This Land

And I thought the clouds were cruel,

I crossed the lines and saw the horizons vanishing,
As I left my land,
Went to meet the most cruel ones,
But vanquished them to move closer,
Closer to my dearest love,
My dearest Moon,
Alas, fate, damnest of all,
fate, poor you for, all of us, of us all,
No one really liked you
Fate was written in other ways,
By Gods, most probably,
For what I saw above clouds,
Was the shiniest of them all,
'Twas the ruler of them all,
Kronos welcomed me in his abode,
High up there, delight filled my whole,
My heart thankful, for in these troubled skies,
I had a friend of mine,
But when time came, I realised,
The real trouble was when I found land again,
My soul was guarded by mountains,
Fed by the constant flows of rivers,
Coloured by what made oceans blue,
But then I have been shunned,
Coz the horizons are not powerful here,
The skies barren,
For they cannot hold the mighty sun,
Maybe it is the sun that is playing cruelly with me.