Whole world hides in your liquid eyes,
I need to return to my consciousness,
to change my verse.
The dry air has wiped out the beautiful words
sitting on the edge,
of a meaning I write a new song.
Discovering your forgotten self, was a pain,
I always avoided.
Years touched me softly, on the temples in vain.
Dumb I was with grief, threading a pile of memories,
to know my other self.
Somewhere a god smiles on me.
God of my mud and water, wide open like a father,
who never died.
The moon slaughters my clouds.
I was always angry with my odd appearance.