The salt running down my cheek touches my mouth
Quenches my thirst but doesn't reach my throat before burning
Every new and sudden movement I make is now being so magically watched
The moment from there and now is essential to who I am
I am the owl perched on the willow tree
I am the the dandelions petals blown away from broken dreams
I am the fog after the rain blurry in sight but stained glass clear in feeling
I am suddenly under your sea
Seeing the world from a new perspective
I move away to fast and low tempo
Thinking someone will see us , a ghost that frightens the souls of men but never completes the kill of said soul
I am what they want
What they are afraid to be
I am and I will always be free.
