Monday, February 16, 2015

Born pure




Rays


1.Rays of light, pulsing in the sun,
We cannot reach the place from which we come
Rays of hope, broken by the hate
Magic dreams are shattered, suddenly we wake.

2.Rays of love, bursting to our place
Love is what we hunt for, love is what we chase
Rays of feelings, caught into this twirl
And our straight emotions get twisted, dirty, curled.