It was like hunting,
For the purpose of everything.
Goddamn timers!
Did fuel for the sparks,
To retrieve lost wars.
I messed up the mazes.
I saw you,
“Nice for the Wow time”
As I first named you, remember?
You lied.
You were something more.
You natured my waves with oceanity.
Coloured me with the harmony of your answers.
You made me yours.
You became the purpose of me.
But, I had to leave you,
You were calm like always.
I will come back again,
Sleep on your grass,
And watch the infinity.
Wash in your waters,
And whistle to the chirping little visitors.
Smoke the healing herb,
That grows on your land.
And talk with you,
Till the sky turns red.