Lazy, dizzy, sleepy and awake
Mechanic system of life,
Eyes closed, can you hear it?
Her heart beat sliding into yours,
The voice evaporating…
Ah, for this isn’t from the system,
A clinch, a flaw, a mistake perhaps
Her voice hypnotic, transcending me,
The medium for Ether within

Gliding like a bird
Every word dipped in beauty,
Every turn so elegant
Drifting through time,
A cloud of serenity

No commercial or fixed route
The mythical and spiritual,
All mathematics and equations
Fail this exotic wave,
Floating from the shell
Life is quiescent on purified water,
Colours beyond the imagination
Rebloralow – I see it

Crispy, light and delicate tones,
None of it matters
In a world subjected to matter,
Let the ether heal your pain
The loose blood in the system turning green,
The source is hiding, levitating
It has no truth so it cannot escape,
Yepigrepur – I see it also

Gliding like a bird
Every word dipped in beauty,
Every turn so elegant
Drifting through time,
A cloud of serenity

Music in and within the system
Music outside and leaking through,
Something only felt without description
Colours with no names,
Music shadowing like a ghost inside the system…

Inspired by Arabesque, Salyu.
By B.L. Crisp