jikan myshkin
04-14-2009, 09:06 AM
I followed the moon and I found your star
Hidden in the deepest heavens
I followed the wind and I found your kite
Yearning against its string
I followed your disgust and found my face
Deformed with all my dreams
And then you prayed
Your silent prayers
To the sacred and lonesome moon
To lead you on past your shame
And past the dawning sky
Past the mountains of discontent
Through the deserts of lust
Through the rivers that never satisfy your thirst
Across the lowlands flooded with hate
And to a place you can call your own
Where your string becomes tethered
To the wandering dreams of a monk
Who casts this prayer into the wind
Hidden in the deepest heavens
I followed the wind and I found your kite
Yearning against its string
I followed your disgust and found my face
Deformed with all my dreams
And then you prayed
Your silent prayers
To the sacred and lonesome moon
To lead you on past your shame
And past the dawning sky
Past the mountains of discontent
Through the deserts of lust
Through the rivers that never satisfy your thirst
Across the lowlands flooded with hate
And to a place you can call your own
Where your string becomes tethered
To the wandering dreams of a monk
Who casts this prayer into the wind