I could my future from earth.
With all my might i stand, and with the light of the stars draw a picture so beautifully.
With rays of peace i forge a cow.
But i can only draw moribund shipwrecked dreams
To stand virtuous for me to love something closer to you, the stars.
More than the possible, infatuated by a dream,
i need to quench the thirst, according to the rule of love, and the night.
I am the song not the body.
I love the waves not the sea.
I
Vincent Silvertop
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/meadows-4/
