There is really no limit on what you want to do no limits at all.
On my bed,
Staring at the ceiling into the skies,
Blinking at every twinkle of the distant star
Basking in line with the smiling moon
What would it be that I want
That has set its limits on this unending cloud?
What will it be that I crave for
That the ends of the Orion can halt?
As I wait in the night silence
To eavesdrop on a voice
A voice of the elements
To sing me a lullaby
That will lull me to sleep
For there is hope in tomorrow.
David Justin Abraham © 2012
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