Once I walked with Gods
When the world was young I walked among natives in a land that kissed the heavens.
Clouds lay below, far away, floating borders, reminders that I walked with Gods.
From my spot, I could see the raindrops below. The wind blew cold air and the sun sparkled momentary warmth on my skin.
Silence can be very loud. That is where I walked where silence does not exist - where sound has never found its way.
When the world was young I walked among natives in a land that kissed the heavens.
Clouds lay below, far away, floating borders, reminders that I walked with Gods.
From my spot, I could see the raindrops below. The wind blew cold air and the sun sparkled momentary warmth on my skin.
Silence can be very loud. That is where I walked where silence does not exist - where sound has never found its way.
