Tuesday, July 20, 2010

I let it wash over me
I like those moments,
they are short
without rush
there is a calm
like air,
like nothing
Where your skin disappears
It is but a brief spec
It is a tic of the clock
The bat of the lash
But in this time
Lies eternity
In eternity
Lies peace
And in peace
Is the reason to live.