The aurora awakens me,
from the abyss of sleep.
The water runs to stir the
last cell asleep in me.
The chill wind caresses me,
as it consoles my vexation
from classes and assignments.

The sink and dishes know,
my mind as I scour away.
The walls accept me,
one among them as they
follow me around the house.
The sketchbook and words fill up,
as the days go by.

The world becomes restricted to
a small window of technology,
yet life goes on.
The day ends with a shower,
from nature, drifting me,
to the abyss of sleep with
the lullaby of petrichor.

Before the last sunrise,
Embrace,
The loveliness of the world.
Enjoy the way their
Cherished trails of euphoria,
While you transcend,
Through the fleeting life.
Remember the cherished
Loveliness,
Before you embrace,
The soil forever.

Find me at the cliff end ,
Where the roots bind me,
To the ground .
My soul dreams of plunging
Into the foggy mist ,
Into the freezing water  

Fell for the snake ,
It poisoned my soul,
Left me in the dark ,
Cursed darkness.
The plague of mind that blinds me with doubt and hate .

My soul demands a purgatory,
From the dark .
It yearns the euphoria of life .
The roots remind me ,
Of my past euphoria ,
Well before the plague.
It must go, before it finds its roots in my veins.

Reach out to her rusted heart,
Play with strings of bonds,
listen to the rustic melody,
that awakens the fire,
that remained clandestine.
in her heart, so divine.

Breathe the fire in,
as you play the rustic melody,
Watch as you enlighten,
your soul with the fire,
and heart with mysteries,
waiting to be discovered.