Ten Thousand Ghosts of Time…

Ghost clouds blocked moonlight as they all raced clouds across
the early morning sky tucked somewhere between dawn and night. And! What is the color of souls?

Crowman asked while stretching his trembling hands toward
the ghosts and making a declaration that his structure was without
soul.

In these dreams, I will see the wars
I have fought and the deaths I have known….
There be gods in this place.

“Among the stars
there is a place to where
my heart always returns.”Home by Unsun

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AaWPduHl_j8 –Howard Blake (Composer)

We’re Walking in the Air

“We’re walking in the air
We’re floating in the moonlit sky
The people far below are sleeping as we fly

I’m holding very tight
I’m riding in the midnight blue
I’m finding I can fly so high above with you

Far across the wold
The villages go by like trees
the rivers and the hills
The forest and the streams

Children gaze open mouth
Taken by surprise
Nobody down below believes their eyes

We’re surfing in the air
We’re swimming in the frozen sky
We’re drifting over icy
mountains floating by

Suddenly swooping low on an ocean deep
Arousing of a mighty monster from its sleep
We’re walking in the air
We’re floating in the midnight sky
And everyone who sees us greets us as we fly”

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