Ppathway to a lower level An entity lost between my very thoughts
The final stage Connection to reality fails
The rain falls heavy Wrapped in Sun's smile It is warm, depression pushing All the newborn leaves to the ground But cold winds fill me Like the frozen spirits of winter Breathing gently the trees to sleep Seeking shelter from monsoon Birds and insects swarming like clouds And here where I am standing No flying creature can be seen And sometimes when Moon sparks up the night Climbing up the Zenith's stairs Looking down at all lovers with sweet delight I stare at the horizon of this sphere And I wonder might some other lonely being An angel or a bird, be seeing what I'm seeing