The vapor trails across the starry sky,
they seem to span the universe but they
mislead my aching heart, my searching eye.
Like rainbow's end, if only there could I
locate that pot of gold, I'd surely spray
the vapor trails across the starry sky,
to find again the one for whom I cry,
yet always hopeful dreams in words I say
mislead my aching heart, my searching eye.
Without a pot of gold, or any prize,
the floating road may yet still lead the way.
Oh, vapor trails across the starry sky,
if I could follow, would you be close by
to my brother? My mind, now gone astray,
misleads my aching heart, my searching eye.
Now as I stare above, with blurring eyes,
night winds have blown the vapor trails away.
The vapor trails across the starry sky,
mislead my aching heart, my searching eye.
(C)2008, Christos Rigakos
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