Do not tell me where we are going
The stars flow around us
Bright like the planets bright like the eyes of the sun
Burning a thousand years off:
Do not tell me where we are traveling
The diamonds of your eyes, the slender ruby of your lips
Are enough to light the way
For a million years, hovering above the earth
In this discarded vessel
Of the Fates: winding its way down through the ages
And even if we were to travel a million centuries more
To a land where light is only a fading dream
Do not tell me:
To feel you beside me now is enough, yes
To feel you beside me is enough.
M. Rephun (c) 2007
