Day 2 -42 Degrees of Fire
2 degrees of separation feels like a breath bruised.
A gypsy soul traveling out in the farthest sea
a desolate wave rises and falls
waiting for an exotic gale
a desolate wave rises and falls
waiting for an exotic gale
A wave
A wind
A hero
A desire
Where one begins the other ends
How does passion marry spirits?
merge,
form,
dissolve and disappear
into the ocean of existence
form,
dissolve and disappear
into the ocean of existence
Seemingly an illusion
Yet shifting light and vibration
A signature is left like a silhouette
Through eternity
time and space
the intimate witnesses
A lone soul rises
like a rogue wave,
yet wants to fall to the bottom
like a rogue wave,
yet wants to fall to the bottom
Where the heaviness extinguishes
all thoughts, obsessions
And desires
Vapor ascends burned by the ravenous sun
Dissolves into the sky of fervor
A muse
A flame
A mariner
A gypsy wind traveling out in the farthest sea
a desolate wave rises and falls
moves to the rhythm of being.
a desolate wave rises and falls
moves to the rhythm of being.
K.F 2012
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