This soft voice calling from my heart I know you where are you,
Lost in vivid daydreams of unreality can I hold you for a moment.
Lost sounds creeping through feelings I am with you now.
Sharpness we forget these passing though light grounded,
Wish to dance be with the freedom of innocence we lost,
Do not succumb to darkness objections in surreal worlds.
Seeing you on clear lake flying your outer never this mind,
We could have conquered hearts for revelations lost.
I call to you for love the mind escapes with you now.
Is this called love I do not know you being sacrificed tonight,
Universe heal you hold fast the lost days in sleep different worlds.
History fails to give lessons we are human at this worlds end.
Planet destroyers each and every one choked on self-indulgence,
This story will pass on no paper as it burns the mind of the forgotten.
Fractures of the heart we do not cry for our children you have sold.
We never know I know edge of death more than once I give forgiveness,
Can we find meadowlands of freedom these gardens will grow light.
Eternity purifies on horizons this event, passing our way on moonlight.
Calling on the masters no elite no chasing fantasy fallen oak leaves,
A bed of dreams on that you do not sleep God calls you now,
We are special of the clans pay no mind to expedience of time.
We cannot stop the motion this time is to see the philosophy,
We can shed tears of ourselves where are you stop the self-destruction.
Motions of nations synchronisation will never hold brave people.
We have no rights to rise this our time to recognise our love.
Wishing on stars for reasons of mankind everything suddenly insecure,
You are my people we wish to wake but then again you are,
Words spoken unravel to butterfly wings actions now are we together.
© Nicolás Leas-Celyn MMXIX Progressive Poetry, Fragmented