Ethereal


The rolling tear
drops off the crescent of the moon
and into the river of eternity

Stars twinkle across the moonlit sky
as i lay and wonder why,
the siren hums a sweet lullaby

On the highest cloud
is where i am the most proud
and free to dream
and it deems me worthy to do so

The fire
is what fuels my desire to the break of dawn
it never expires,
for it lives on and on

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