sparks of fear
take their time in extinguishing
red little dots that
arrange in the air like constellations
not like the elemental desire in water
gallons of blue green and clear
embraced with all surfaces of skin
collected through in the emotion fluidity
on the rocks the splash collides
now racing back down before the next wash
not far from the beach is the peak of
elevated land with tall forests and white tops
closing in on the cloud domain
tasting the fog right before a rain
into the floating moisture surrounded by frosty blue
onto these edges every emotion are elements
narrowly slipping past and through each circumstance
supplying the world with the myth of reality
