Freefalling mystic creations.
  Colours sliding through my weightless fingers.
Terminal Velocity resisting entity.
Living love falls standing.
  Out of reach, her rushing waters, her flowing hair.
    Her incontrolable active responses.

    Sailing upon shadows on autumn leaves.
  Feeling whaleskin fortitude brisk snap wind. Burning harp.
Masking figures with sticks and moons. Whistling pebble.
Luscious wave, regulates hair and sound.
  Gilded wings float on air and dreams.

  Swinging swiftly under one another.
  Flutter wistful songs through dense mystic motions.
Swoop into the depths of emotion. Luster in iridescence.
    Leaning into very veers of endless exodus.
  Escape from natural existence and amplitude.

  When the sun meets the water. Refracting past recollections.
  Dive into the stream. Into the strength of embers.
Trails of beautiful lines of intensities.
Unto a subsequent ground of affection.
  No need to breath. The light is your oxygen.
    Engulf it as it does you into resurrection.