Crystalline waves
wash over me
and I ask
to be free
from a world of wonder
and a world of fear
a world whose end
ever nears
forest path
bathed in light
another place
another sight
a bluejay sings
a song of joy
hiding nymphs
so quietly coy
wind
and fire
deserted desire
mountain top
raised hands
touch the sky
sandy waves
coated cliffs
dusted winds
valley of rifts
dried lakes
rise with the smoke
to the world above
fly like night
with a twist
leathered wings
turn to mist
