Volcano of Thought

Rods of light are like tears of the moon Their supernatural destiny binding essence Is awe inspiring They are even greater from point of view of the soul The volcano of thought It is third place of many as spirit blooms The idea grows Beyond understanding bounds Evolution needing no reference point Destiny needing it not They are just steps on pyramid larger than the void On its top there is very God The stars are like letters Forming sentences of divine They reflect soul of the Gods They are beacon in endless space They are as deep as eyes Of girl of a stone lake As precious as her heart That blooms only once