Down

cradle rock in drifts
by currents of death
volcanic and cataclysmic
send me afar to new lands
luxurious wines
as a streaming river

to living forests
set me on course across oceans
fret no more
shake the living oppression
harmony in nature

wake up my grasshopper senses
that melt imaginary figments
but you can't fade my scars
I will send you somewhere safe

cradle among easy drifts

lay down on wooden raft
as a rock carried by death
...will I ever dream again