~~~ONE TIME~~~

I want my flashes

My sweet storms

Fertile rays of light and accurate

Drawing my path across the sky.

I want my guitar

And my voice sounds of your awakening

I want my fists gifts lie in the leaves

Scratching words in rhymes and rhyming sounds in

And sounds tones universal.

I want that sleeps with me silent

I envision only that without anyone to see.

I want sweet moments, green plain,

Without clocks and calendars,

Without pressing engagements

Without must-be

Without anchoring.

Just me quiet and then restored and whole,

fly, without destination,

ether inhabited by sun and moonlight.

~~~Sha~~~