Wine In Communion Cup

I always thought I could change The line in my course's reach, But whispers still floating on nights Doom. I've learned how to recognise The limits And to keep my lips sealed With stamps cerous, When Silence wishes to comfront The echo of my screams. Yet, I never knew how To stay still above the sky's empire, Or how to tune up the rythm of a night. In dreams I hide, Refuges wet are my illusions, As I follow the stars for a destination determined. My spirit climbs, As the wine I never taste To remind me the impossible that mocks And fools the human imperfection.