Help the evil in obtaining salvation. At least then, the good can live in peace in this planet.

You had vowed that if called, while standing in front of the ocean, you will arrive as a reviving wave current.
You will appear as a calming downpour if I call while standing beneath a cloud.
You will arrive as all rejuvenating lava if I call while standing in front of a volcano.
You will appear as rays of illumination if I call while standing in front of a scorching sun.
You will arrive as a cool breeze if I call while standing in front of a howling wind.
But all I want is that when I call you in a human voice, you respond like a real human.

I have this way of waking up
I fill my senses with the scent of spring time
I wonder if, left alone for a while,
I will begin to grow flowers from my skin
And if they will be as beautiful as my memory is
I listen to daybreak’s sweet delusions
Blurred in a rose-colored candor
And cultivated in a cooling soil

I open my eyes

It is not springtime
It never will be, again
I rise from my grave and I walk
Phantom petals falling in my wake