The light breaks in past a bamboo vine
and refracts into marvellous blue.
The air stands as still as the sun shines,
while the birds chirp their favourite tune.
I float to the top of the path and I sit,
carried by freshwater currents.
With air in my veins, I breathe in
and forget each, every one of my troubles.
My eyelids close like petals
moved on by the breeze.
I feel the light warm on my face;
although, I cannot see it.
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 2:11 AM UTC
The light breaks in past a bamboo vine
and refracts into marvellous blue.
The air stands as still as the sun shines,
while the birds chirp their favourite tune.
I float to the top of the path and I sit,
carried by freshwater currents.
With air in my veins, I breathe in
and forget each, every one of my troubles.
My eyelids close like petals
moved on by the breeze.
I feel the light warm on my face;
although, I cannot see it.