Clouds drift across the moon.

But it will not rain soon.

On the land or in my heart,

they are just a part.

Scent

Wet on Green a Forest Scene

Feel

Fresh on Skin Air Light Thin

See

Grey on White a Canvas Bright

Hear

Chitter in Trees Silence on Breeze

Taste

Life in Rain no Senses Restrain.

Lost in cyberspace.

Broken tether.

Bosch like reality.

Clip my feather.

A realised insanity.

There's no brink.

Imagination overrride.

Blurs mind think.

Solids reach short.

Ill equipped.

Only I universe.

Can rectify this.

Sated of body.

Corrupted of mind.

Solace in Self.

Til balance I find.