Carry me away
into dreamlands where I can
stay alive in flight.
A mind at rest is
the best to me in swinging
as arms falling in
slow feather friction,
hair in suspense, what's coming?
Harp or violin?
Lying there in rose streams,
bare as pure white composition
of fibres, feeling the choice of colors
your voice leads in.
Standing there at the mouth of the river,
fulfilled with appreciation for being blessed at this station,
your glowing eyes let all of these river plants quiver.
graceful wraps for hurtful emotion,
bringing beauty out of held back motion
you come closer to this ocean leg,
the melody set through an aura so divine,
letting go of the maze
in filling all the lost routes with curious wonder juice,
a voice will whisper tenderly
whenever doubt is reaching out
"My heart allows to blossom all of my hidden and forgotten sprouts,
cause I am worth of joyful living."
Mouth to mouth we meet
through every pore
My heart blossom
into this place of confidence
and these tree circles on fingertip skin
touch you endlessly,
floating flumes with seeds,
as if you'd be of glass,
deep dark violin,
for that this light of yours
gets out and in.