So I tried, like cherry blossoms in winter.
I whispered to the wind,
to come and find me, like a secret
burning, yearning.
Didn\'t get much out of planet Earth, it was in Saturn,
Neptune and Jupiter that taught me how to swim
with aimless stars, that dissect the human theory.
...and it was a heavy rain, that was the heaven\'s fallout
with angels.
Was like milk that foamed into butter.
Or as when ice begets the storm.
A universe born from thorns.
And they are now remembered in body prints in the snow.
Also in children\'s eyes that dreams are forged from wet pavement.
With all my might, to make sense to the clouds that kept parting
ways with zephyrs and flying circles, in the atmosphere.
That the minds old would foster the vacant souls.
They were troubled no longer by the timeless masters.
...and breathed in the dust of the elder Gods, in eternal slumber.