Straight to the Sun
On legs made of fire
The ocean would douse
So we try to aim higher
The wind at our backs
So the flame can reach out
As we become energy,
Smoke in the clouds
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Straight to the Sun
On legs made of fire
The ocean would douse
So we try to aim higher
The wind at our backs
So the flame can reach out
As we become energy,
Smoke in the clouds