I think of the calm breaze
A relaxed state of peace
When the wind decides to breathe
Spirils appear underneath my feet
Liquid pleasures
Flowing streams
Through water i am baptized,
We stop somewhere in between
I soak myself in
Seeing my reflection
Drowning once again
Stealing air through my skin
Staile treasures
Deep in the oceans womb
lost it time
i cant not decide
if iam alive
taking in myself
my lifes clock
Liquids failed
Die in my dreams
felt like ice
all things are dead
Waterfalls of light
Spirits wail for water
Crashing waves against rocks
Continuously shaping
Poured into my chest
elemental of mother earth
heavy clouds of cerment
thunder storms of green
night vision all wet
made of pure ice
melt the black sun
