The sky is on your page,

As the wind howls in your mind,

And there`s change in your corner of the universe,

Through the buds of time you are floating,

In the overflows of blue skies,

The words are your hunger,

Escaping in the threads of the dream,

And the poem is the brains tide stretching,

Where the words flow in a sound spurring

the soul to love,

As battles begin within ourselves.