Departure کے بول

Solace in the night Graceful rays of light Skin cells and scattered dust in flight Radiant stars ablaze Threatening a blinding rage Spectrum of colour misplaced Cravings to explore Gravity contort Convoluted ground from which, born Tearing from the helm Longing an outer cell Take me to the moon to dwell Take to flight Brace for danger A kiss goodbye and to the angels you go And I know its over Do I already know the ground I roam? Pay witness to memories rising from words on a page I could be wrong My youth is a dove that cries to be freed from its cage We risk it all In the hope that we find satisfaction at a later stage Oh how we were wrong We are the modern age.