Evening star,
Looking above
Waiting, for your call
Yearning to coexist
Upon the mending,
The heating release of this soul
Evening star, make me yours
Earth may be full of beauty
That I could never deny
Yet, too much damage all around
Not just psychical,
But emotional, most of all
Light bringer
Cipher anew
Towards this heart awaiting
For something glorious and brand new
From down below, Up above I see you!
With you the truth will all come out
These words will surely be heard
The sense of belonging will exist
Encoded from the skies, the flickering view
From these eyes below, looking above
In the wonder and awe that is truly you
Venus my love, you balance my masculinity
Never afraid to celebrate femininity
All in the name of a women's beauty beheld
In the arms of these dreams
In which I humbly enthral
All the sacredness of it all
Evening star
I am your child
A star warrior birthed by the light
Tired of living in the quota
The paltry plague of high expectations
Conditional, superficial control
The tyranny that owns us all
No matter how much we fight!
Evening star
Send a message
A new hope's arrival via your light
Shining in extra-terrestrial unity
Encoded to that for which knows
The method of true peace and love as a whole
But till then
Evening star, Please, make me yours!
Till those whom know
That I want to share myself into your light
Will anyone ever understand me, at all?
Show me the way, Evening star
Beam down to me the beauty of your light
Evening star
Help me find your other Children
Let us all spread the love of your light!
We have been oppressed for too long now
The time is now!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Conditional, superficial control The tyranny that owns us all No matter how much we fight! So, you know about the truth. This world is full of conditions because human is so conditioned. The world can be conditional but as an individual, we can still be unconditional in our approach to people and life. That is very much possible. What is mother's love to her children by and large? See, we can never correct this world for its drawbacks and whims and fancies but we can transform within as individuals. That transformation at the collective level will maketh the world a better one. Until then, no hope. The core idea of all religions is only this message. Man needs contemplation.