Art, is my freedom.

Riddling a million words into a fantasy.

A chant of treasures, and golden eyes,
      It was easy to fall in love.

The sway of destiny and her cunning, charm

The grape, blue sky at night, on sunset,
       A rare feeling in the stare.
                   A voice.
Sometimes I throw a wish, in an old well,
            For signs.. A coincidence even..

Hoping one day to live an art,
          Dreaming in the rivers,
              ......  that salsa to a cliff.

An aura of existence, noticeable complexion

Redemptive healing, Pure water, of life.

Art, was each step after each breath.

The deaf soldier who slept,

             through the windy storm.