Waters

Melt the flakes in mystic waters,
fill it inside the gaps of fingers,
let the hidden suns on forehead
sleep over hugging tidal pillows.

Save a fallen hair fibril,
keep it on your bare shoulder,
smell not and never see ,
feel it weaving morning dreams.

The world's giving you something,
hear it in chimes of winds,
care not if it's too loud,
listen it in times of silence.


Sim