Moonlit drops fill the silver chalice
While outstretched hands clasp it's coolness
The Moutains ledge holds his feet
Like a branch under sparrows toe
The shadow cast on rocky surround
Line a figure moulded on pure intention
And dreamers mist parts verily before it's dashing dance
The moon whispers in light
A touch of an old friend
Raising a smile like two arms in thanks to the heavens
Waiting there on the peak of silence
Sipping the soup of heavenly rains
A man who awaits his calling
Stands in the strength of stars
And borderless domains
mF
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