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