There lies a softness in the smooth sailing air,
Usurper of light ,gladly glides
Your purity and peace laid bare
A force as calm as thou shall ease the turning tides.
The stram of gentle waters roll
Last nights kiss ,so kindly given to the sea
Then as I glimpse-ooh ,my bared soul
Trapped by the curves of time , yet always so free
Passionate wind, causes the air to glow.
In fields of white, deep asleep is found.
Endless drifting of turbulant flow
A perfect sphere -so ever ,so round
And then on ,this , phycotropic day.
Thou art not but one to hold sway.