Creation
your breathing creates harmonies of spheres
it is touching the long path of stars
movement of your words determinate frontiers,
elongated happiness in the echo of sitars
Do you see shapes that sounds create
leaving a trace in a stranger’s day
you sing that wandering dictate
that floats silently in tormented sleepy pray
travel you, smiles, airy and bold
through history as it was before;
Once again created, as we have told!
We’ll hide the old one in distant shore
We will strip the Northern Star of Hope
without the shame and the thick old rope