The fisherman
holds the net
and collects
the stars of truth
those jewels he keeps
the rest are thrown
back into the sea
The fisherman
holds the net
and collects
the stars of truth
those jewels he keeps
the rest are thrown
back into the sea
Reminiscing the past
Struggling to live in the present
Waiting for the futures resonance
As the rain falls
We see distant memories
Bright like forgotten stars
Where the moon hides
Illusions of a neon mind
Although these moments
Bring about spontaneity
Ultimately it is our choices
That govern our lives
Is the moon watching me
as the stars pass by
in the night sky
can we still see them
during the day
the present blue
then covered by clouds
from the unknowing void
laid out before us
The hills fade into the sky
as the sun turns into fire
changing clouds
obscure the view
thunder reigns
the day ends
night draws in
as the stars shoot across the sky
In the sky
as night passes
reflected dreams
swirling constellations
turn into bright colours
dying stars
we receive their light
upon the canvas above