Skies in its complete loneliness
Fearless but still not brave
I lay inprisoned on his hands.
Tangling beneath the driest sand
I hear the sea with its empty mysteries
And saw my life and death upon
That truth that dies before the ship has drowned.
There are no pirates nor nightmares
Just mysery that damages the moment
Sounds of waves are my colourful ecstasy
That erupted my senses into a fantasy.