Misty Rain

Misty rain afternoon
It never felt as peaceful as today
Life’s around in all the sounds wearing into spirals
Feel the tide, a gentle high
Breathing slowly, sensing no confine

Time deceives, no empathy
Years are roughly slipping on the skin
Listening quiet the forest´s voice
Cradled by the wind among the trees
Sunset

Finding home
I pray this barren ground
In a loving bound

Many have stopped
Some have dropped
Many have turned into sculptures made of sand
For every a price to pay
Something has to die to be born again
Sunrise

Finding home
I pray this barren ground

Spirals
Smile free from ancient wounds