by Crankymoon

Created on: February 16, 2007   Last Updated: May 14, 2007

Not Of This World.

Sell me not to billboard paste and white wash.
Call me not on cellphone waves or brilliant silver beams.
Lift me not above the smog and wishes.
Leave me be, I'm living in my dreams.

~Bring the ocean in a potent bottle
Topped with wax from seven sister stars
We'll uncork the last of clear blue water
drowning all the memories of wars

We are made of lava ash and powder.
We are made of sunlight and the moon.
I would scream if you would hear me louder.
For it's only you for which I yearn.~

Break me not upon polluted waters.
Pour me not into immoral skies.
Pass me not the plate for I'll not loiter.
What you see is freedom in my eyes.

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