Miles Away


December 1984
Miles away from earth
are the stars,
distant
but the desire to reach ‘em
shoves no mud at me neither
in the spring slush.

Ambitions rise
above the Seagull
in the blue eastern skies,
no limits in mind,
faked yet another aborted mission
in the blazing heat

Downtrodden fly the dragons,
tired of spitting the fire.
Still the search of the fleece
never ended,
even he could do it
felt the snail in the morning breeze.

None could
make it in reality,
open doors of dreams
tempted even the saints.
But still He is no one
To say ‘stop’ to the lazy soul.



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