On The Topmost Step Of The Earth

<br>A stranger once whispered:<br>A fallen angel is someone not aware of his authentic identity<br>Because the fall occured nowhere except on the inner plains<br>And the broken wing was nothing but the bleeding memory<br>The creators of the prophecies<br>Have seen pages yet unturned<br>From a book that can not be turned<br>Or expressed from mouths of scorn<br>Observing the divine marriage<br>Between the solid soil and the ether<br>Step on the lightnings and ascend<br>On the topmost step of the earth<br>Stepping on the belt that surrounds the sphere<br>Endless are the joys of the infinite quest<br>For the timeless explorer<br>And the child that lurks inside<br>On the topmost step of the earth<br>Stepping on the belt that surrounds the sphere<br>A billion toys to play, countless more to invent<br>In the mental playground, around its solid tree<br>The creators of the prophecies<br>Have seen pages yet unturned<br>From a book that can not be turned<br>Or expressed from mouths of scorn<br>On the topmost step of the earth<br>On the topmost step of the earth<br>Stepping on the belt that surrounds the sphere