Wednesday, July 24, 2013

THE PRIESTESS OF THE SILVER STAR PATH



Sleeping on the dark side of the moon

I wake up slowly to the sound of the wolfs howl.



I try to reach them

I'm not scared

I try to touch them

They're my friends.



Mother earth is crying

pouring tears

like gentle rain

over the

thirsty

dirty

dust.



The children of the dawn

have lost their way home.

They look blind and glowed

in front of the big Shadow

that as a fatal explosion

wipes out the white light

of the golden divine Peacock.



"I want to take you to the place I love"

the eagle screams to the lost souls.



We are all looking for a divine messenger

stuck deeply like unbreakable roots

into the tree of our bodies.



We are all waiting for the truth

trapped in our documentary of lies

that we use to call life.



Tonight the universe is lost

and I say a prayer to the Unknown.





VV Jan 2013