I traversed the bridge across the sky, conviction in my stride. No divide I’ve come against has lived it’s reputation.
The thread that binds a billion lives is hidden in the light; is woven through the sound inside an echo in our mind.
I remember rainfall o’er the temple ‘cross the desert. It’s there I am bought home whene’er I should hear bells ring.
It’s you I catch scant glimpses of; dashed spare and tortuous, in the crowds lapping sleepily across paved boulevards. The veil drawn o’er the daughters, of ten thousand stars.