Burn me in the clouds of fire to carry the ashes into the heavens that make the stars at night by the warm evening sky.
Muted hearts and cotton candy skies, awaiting the sweet summer rain in the silence of midnight whispers, to shout before the sunset ends.
The disarray of our worlds and the crossing of our souls, entangled in this winding mess, chaos brought us in here.
The coastline was once covered by mangrove trees and nipa palms along the brackish rivers.
Sacred stone down the lonely bay, singing chants of underwater tones.