Flying higher,
higher and higher…
to compete against the wind
on it`s journey
to the seas.
I wish I`ve got a pair of wings.
I dream about the heights above
to get the freedom,
to feel the freshness
of lovely blooming springs.
The mists of early mornings
gently touch my cheeks.
The stillness slowly turns into
the explosion of life.
I really should get those wings.
Then suddenly I break my seals
and let the power flow
in the middle of the fields.
And I feel I`m rising up,
just can`t prevent my happy tears.
Heavenly guitar is singing with it`s strings.
Echoes fill the widened space.
The freshness and softness
are filling my inside.
Actually I don’t need the wings.
I am getting higher and higher
even without the wings,
just on the whispering echo
of the singing guitar strings.
And when you doubt
there is a bliss,
just listen to the wind and feel the space.
There is nothing to miss.
Absolute bliss
15.09.2007 00:57:23
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