I feel the old moon trembling
Oh, no, the ark it won't drawn
Even when the tides come,
Surely it won't drawn.
Even when the cold waters suround it
It woun't drawn
And if the sharks and fishes come
They will swim right besides it
Helping on its way
Tell the world it's coming home
If the pain of the world would fall
Over all the ocean water
It won't stop, it will sail right trough,
Oh, no, the ark it won't drawn.
For it's destination is a sunny place
Where people of all ages come
Where big and small are all the same
Where water won't drawn but life renew.
If such a place were to exist
I would like to get there too
I just hope there is enough space,
In the ark
Not for a few, selected ones
23.02.2024
YOU ARE READING
The ark is heading for the stars
PoetryThis piece was written in October 13 of 2023 I had not think to publish it anymore as I was unable to join my friends on a trip to the planetarium. Now that everything has come to an end, this is what remains of me. Eric Georgescu
