Shapes and Shades

Soaring over the black nights sea
dressed with white garments of light
eyes keen on the promise
-so, I have returned-
there is no real chance
I'd ever run out of bombs
and indeed
I can behave as wished
when I wish

seen the lighthouse of the promise
promised to keep
yet the light is moving
it is moving away from me
but i am not even trying to catch it
eventually
it will come to me

not here to
harm
worship
break
submit unto
you
here to love you
untill-and over the end

There are forms of worms
trying to seize it all
and they keep failing and falling
'cause the garden is sealed
from there with ill-
will

as the crossing over happens
without smile or tears
leave every-thing behind

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our ultimate goal