June's Moon

Lightning transverses the moon The whistling soul sings melancholic tune The essence of existence flies like typhoon Back on earth summer breeze shakes the leaves on warm night of June The rolling thunder is the key To opening Babylon’s majesty The justice sounds uncanny and eerie But it is the only way to be free Where time has no teeth to decay anything at all And neither does the celestial drift to inhibit the soul The center of the storm is the center of destiny‘s first path wall And what is beyond it is a free what can only be simplified as non locality of the soul