We rise and smile
Flowers on our heads
Statues of great richness
For lust and psalm desires
Sand into marble
The pulse that flows
Beneath our current
Stairways of water fall
Into our rapid encounter
Don’t lose your
Focus for intensity
I tell myself
But there it is
Fountains of thinking
The waiting piece again
Unlike there’s something lost
Or displaced deep within
Not what’s missing
But what’s coming
I can sense it
With every breath
That I breathe in
© GÄ
Poétique 