Into the mind

Salvation, love,

A path to follow,

The innocence at a dog's eye,

Yellow lights at night,

That sand kind of color.

How many books are needed,

How many findings,

How many stars,

How many stairs,

How much staring.

A lot of sweat,

To make things sweet,

The hope of seeing green landscapes,

Close, wide open,

Through dusty windows.

Flowers, at shirts, with pockets,

Nothing to carry on it,

Half of the way, to see Salton Sea,

Far from Okinawa,

One more glass of whisky.

Dreams of being at the top,

Of any sort of vehicle,

Sitting, back to the sea,

No wristwatch,

No worries, only time, to see, to sit.

In and out of the blue,

A green shaded bus, the blue sky,

Roaring, running,

Too young, to dumb, to realize,

Life!

More than ashes,

Over the forest,

The land,

The rivers, the sea,

We'll all rest, somewhere, in pieces.

Cassio