Post by cairo on May 15, 2009 20:47:29 GMT -5
Shine on,
Shine,
on.
On? On what?
Onto the earth. The daughters of space dance in rags and vests.
And yet, far as I
see, I do not
know. For what is knowing
if not believing?
What is touching
if not feeling?
What is the moon
without it's shine?
Shine,
on.
On? On what?
Onto the earth. The daughters of space dance in rags and vests.
And yet, far as I
see, I do not
know. For what is knowing
if not believing?
What is touching
if not feeling?
What is the moon
without it's shine?