a weekend bath in the sea

beneath the weeds

a weekend bath in the sea
crystals wash over me

inner elements
take a bow
beneath the weeds

the seas
tripping endlessly

caught between
two worlds
dancing in the
moons light

attention bleeds
I as deep
as the soul believes
fallen angels
dropped and transformed

spinning like spirals
of illusions in nooks
when pressed upon
books.

endlessly
waving and shouting
or calmly pouting

drops of water
run....

to show the value
of the sun

rippling in silences
of steaming coffee

water doesn't sleep well
when meeting bookshelves
of time....

singing tales
on the ninth
of nights
midsummers eve

contrasting belief
wanting land
and also the seas

trying to remember
the lines in the mysteries.....

and the crystals watch over me......
on nights when I don't believe...