breezy in the window
clouds like a shelter
night celestial
far away eyes,
I'm still here
dumb tongue
death sense
fly like a treat
flying aimlessly
I'm like a ship
the storm drifts soar
is always crashing
aimless
I fell
on hold ...
dark in patience
weakness in the implementation ...
Be there
O my soul
I stand for
help me
countered in
The prickly thorn