Waves of beauty caressing the sad eyes shores
Disharmony of eternal purity
The shore lines desires to fade
But bonded by genesis packet, they know they can't

The tide is coming
I am gazing too much
Stoned by this flowing, foaming, whirling feelings
I am drifting away

Flames are consuming the asking lips
If I'll jump into them, will I burn?
They passioned, they are not
Unable to decide
They remain cold

Winds of being are blowing through the hair
Nothing interferes this harmony
The ground wants to touch it so bad
But like it always was, he knows he can only feel

Fallen leaf
Carring without control
Only by her feelings, I am moved

Floating endlessly in this varied air