Burning ***** of fire and gas...
from down here are so beautiful.
I sit within my vessel...
float with the current.
Rocking steadily...
and my mind, being in complete meditation,
cannot absorb the beauty hanging above my head.
I am high off of the serenity,
and romance fills my lungs....
as the gentle breeze dances in my hair and caresses my face.
I disappear into the peace of this moment.
My soul merges with the world around...
The water appears as glass,
reflecting the stars.
The insects of the night serenade with a song...
ringing of summer freedom.
I close my eyes and listen....
My fingers dance above the water.
There, the refreshing coolness reawakens me.
Conscience now....
No longer lost in hypnosis,
I can see that this is just as beautiful as before.
Eyes open or closed has no meaning.
The immaculate intensity around,
lies in our minds...in our interpretation.
Jun 3, 2013
Jun 3, 2013 at 8:58 PM UTC
Burning ***** of fire and gas...
from down here are so beautiful.
I sit within my vessel...
float with the current.
Rocking steadily...
and my mind, being in complete meditation,
cannot absorb the beauty hanging above my head.
I am high off of the serenity,
and romance fills my lungs....
as the gentle breeze dances in my hair and caresses my face.
I disappear into the peace of this moment.
My soul merges with the world around...
The water appears as glass,
reflecting the stars.
The insects of the night serenade with a song...
ringing of summer freedom.
I close my eyes and listen....
My fingers dance above the water.
There, the refreshing coolness reawakens me.
Conscience now....
No longer lost in hypnosis,
I can see that this is just as beautiful as before.
Eyes open or closed has no meaning.
The immaculate intensity around,
lies in our minds...in our interpretation.
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