Cult of Luna

In Awe Of from Vertikal

At the edge, looking up, Shifting focus onto a majestic void. Leaving myself open to let go, Drift along and disappear. I listen when you sing. Astral resonance rings. My gaze ascends, never ends. Numbness strikes like fever. Whispers generate waves; I can't heed them all. On my knees, mesmerized; In awe of. Solarised. Acceptance before I return to the stars.