flying ducks

flying ducks

over the sea

like arrows

parting the skies

they know where they are going

we should follow them

to distant lands

there we shall have another life together

a dream to unfold

a beacon of hope

where we all rejoice

at last we have found our home 

Love is a paradox

Love is a paradox

when ones feelings

are not of your own

but a fabrication

of society

this reality

is a manifestation of being

a recreation of essence

a parting of the way

the substance of which

echoes through

beyond all borders

the paths which we follow

to find true love