Its still to early to tell if the man was just a myth,
or was he really strong enough?
Leaving it up to the elders who left it up with to proud of,
On top of the mountain tops you do not see your feet,
you see the wings of eagles,
see the dreams of just your heart,
you realize when alone,
your not that lonely at all.
Past the plateaus of your dreams,
there are streams that dance in the breeze,
looking for something to grab a hold off,
only to find the fall...
He found himself it was a late afternoon,
she walked in,
wearing his heart on her lips,
giving him presents just in her presence...
he found himself adrift,
a time before,
the wind blew in all directions,
voices echo across the sea,
not sure which one to follow,
or even which one was his own...
He tried to grab a hold of the moment,
when he woke up,
only to plant his feet into the water in the sea,
falling into the depth of the lonely,
only to rise again as the sun,
to warm the shores of the gold sands,
where all the elders seem to have lived there dreams,
weighing there idea's on a scale balancing it with the golden treasures of there past time...
What is left of the crescent?
I saw it break upon the beak where the condor was tied down upon the tracks of fools,
telling them again with a coo coo of the truth,
the point of view of you was chosen by the vengeance of the serpent,
who was left with empty promises of wooden horses,
so now they murder the past with the Evanescence of a dusty crescent,
across the neck of a raptor that fell for the trap,
a sin found within the deepest valley...
edit on 18-3-2013 by Bicent76 because: (no reason given)