Libra

Sailing on a shell of Cosmos Away from the desert of my past Slapped by waves, torridly blinded My raft cries memories of un-rooted forests Evil Cumulus spreads uncertainty I loose my balance to whispering Demons I cannot utter words but I can think like Gods Fiction becomes reality, my fiction, my reality... Discovering Immortality in the unconditional ringing of the bells in my Chapel ... unconditional Love of my parents, Dead or Alive!!! I was born a Circus performer sliding, trusting the thinnest hope hovering the Humanity.... My heartbeat makes the wire shake The spectators don't seem to care they watch the clowns with cracked make-up along their wrinkles... All of a sudden I loose my equilibrium My fiction becomes reality and... I CAN FLY... copyright@iolandascripca2012