Flickering cold grasses

Touch my arms and feet, 

As I lay outside 

With my running thoughts,

And eyes open into 

Misty breezy music.

A voice in my mind,

A breezy crystal voice 

Sings inside.

Songs of pain and sorrows 

As the crystal cuts through 

The flesh and bones,

And pierces my mind. 

I feel the soft grasses and cold sand,

The grass tickles my ears

Howling for my thoughts.

I watch the white flowers

Calling my breezy voice outside

While it runs wild 

With the rushing waters.

The golden warmth 

Kisses me,

And my eyes,

Forgetting the mists of

My mind

Which Stares at this

Warmth, seeping in

Little by little

Through the curtains.

It lays there

Touched by the warmth,

The mist starts fading, with

My crystal voice running wild 

And I run with it.