protecting the flame
of that intrinsic longing
for peace and hope.
.
feel your pulses tremble
deep inside the abyss.
.
all those silent teardrops
are falling,
and keep falling
down into
the oceans of eternity
and eventually shall be
carried and held by
the ark of Sirius,
gently, and flowing quietly
in the infinite landscape
of silky ink night sky.
willing to let go
