When I have picked up the moondust,When dying supernovas will be mourned, Weep not, the dawn would be there with fond memories of the night before
I crossed all, felt that depth, so you now know, your hidden desires are my dreams,
In an expanded consciousness I dawn upon thee,
Leaves and flowers will be there for you to touch,
Poems shall never be..
Only darkness can gift you an enchantress,
Only prayers can make you see,
A truth so obvious, it exists in clouded thoughts..you need a vision to see..