A soft sentence
between the pines
and dredging vines
under a maelstrom
of moonlight.

Casted stones leave
their footprint and
fall in the wake,
fall in the wake,
fall in the wake.

longing to reach
the outer bank
and sink among
the memory.

Serenity
Serenity

All this pain is
an illusion.

Serenity
Serenity

All this pain is
an illusion.


(repeat)