I’m tired of the walking
Along the streets, along the ways.
Too gray and too wrong talking
In one of happy days.
I’m nothing in the feeling
By her and by her soul,
So empty, I’m not willing
To be the man just of her call.
I’m waiting, I’m just waiting
And in the dark and yellow Sky.
I saw the sign without hating
And with the shadows passing by.
I’m tired of the walking
Beyond the Moon, that’s all the doss
In spite of nervous talking,
In spite of light green course.
10.10.2011 (11:07am)
(Book 16 "Without Her Galaxies", cycle 92 "The Eyes Of The Suns")