I drown myself in a creative thought
a strive to blend colours without a muddy outcome
to write a clear vision, yet swim with a long breath to surface again.
To breath in the rain that wets my soul
as if I am the only one under a sky.
Then turn around within the glow of an opaline moon and fall into a smile of another’s stillness.
Serenity of raindrops, serene ringing of an eternal bell. Floating as it seems forever under a moving sky.
Waiting for the stars that wait for the atmosphere dissipating into another change.