she doesn’t doubt that she was born from a seed – the moon’s reflection on the ocean; and so she wishes her ashes to be a skin on salt-water, to finally come full circle and one day reunite with the solitary moon.
Note: the image is by Claudio Rivetti, a good friend and an artist.
my love is raw and wild
it s okay if you cant tame it
it takes an iron soul to go crossing the heart that is a hollow
follow the sound of the lonely drum that is where i dance
my love is fluid and fragile
it s okay if it keeps slipping thru you
it meant to keep flowing unless you are ready to be drown to contain it
my love is life and fire
it s not to be understood but to live within the heart of the flame
not from above but from below
in the glassy bubble smooth glowing line somehow unreachable
i see the world not from above but from below
where words speak thru silence darkness is my air
and i see the world from below away