THE DEEP

Cover me with your cold arms,
A baby blanket of softness.
Take me down under your waves,
Where the world glows a bluish green.
Life swirls by in colors of the rainbow,
Filled with creatures swimming free.
A harmony of rhythmic movement,
Following the slow tempo of the deep.

MOVE AT YOUR OWN PACE

Turn one block.

They all turn.

At the same time.

In the same way.

Just like people,

who follow one person.

At the same time.

In the same way.

How boring.

How useless.

If we moved in our

own unique ways,

life would be more interesting.

People would be more interesting.

AN ODE TO THE CLOUDS

The clouds.

The clouds hold our tears.

They hold our hopes and dreams.

Circling us with their never-ending movement.

A special dance among the stars in heaven.

Protecting us from the harsh rays of the sun.

Keep moving and evolving, beautiful clouds,

like our dreams that you hold so dear.