Lost in a good place
Hear the water flowing,
The river is just ahead.
The bees and birds fly over,
On flowers that once were grass.
Here i lay my body,
In a soft land of no one.
My mind is right ahead,
Swiming in a pool, she just made.
I see deers running in the woods,
Squirrels climbing on the trees,
The sun shining in the sky,
The clouds covering me.
I feel the wind passing by,
I feel it touching my skin,
I feel it in my face,
I feel it in my beard.
What to think i dont know,
I still cant believe.
My mind is right ahead,
Swiming in a pool, she just made.
(Poema criado com um ritmo musical, daí um pouco a quebra de fluídez em algumas palavras, mas, como o já fiz uma vez para um outro poema, aqui deixo este também!)