Unclasping madness.

Is there a place

Like heaven

In a nearly dark place

Is there a place

That takes your breath away

A place so like the imagination

For time to stretch limits

In time we unfold the love

Holding a miracle as if forever

Washing the spirit

Washing the spirit

The winds move upwards

And onwards

She has a watch word

The time is going backwards

And it goes

With a mind of it's own

Since nobody owns it

It simply is.