Arche

Separate from you-Anxiety
Sphere at the bottom of my stairs
Blade of grass moved with the wind
I close my eyes and see her moves
Thankful and light
Lucid dance
Transparent
Silent
Time endless
Wasp city of heather
Surrounded by
Deaf deep
Resonance of their lives
Falling down
In tender movement
Of his dance
Touched by the sun
And watered by the plants
Enclose with your smell
of warm Ether
and wet Earth

Arche