Amongst the waters of my life I have died an fallen through the leaves of dreams. A frog hops and a ticket flies into the sunrise. I fall into the darkness as I always do but I am not alone. A flower falls from a tree high above the sour river and I wrap my arms around a beautiful stranger for the last time. As we die in the depths of the cold a flower blooms and a leaf births itself from the bark of of the unknown and a wind carries our souls into a new tangent existence. Two tigers prance amongst the trees. The white calling the the wind and the orange calling morning sun. A new dawn...A new existence. A flower, the daughter of eyes. A leaf, the son of branches. A gust, the daughter of wind and for the second time the daughter of the sun falls into slumber. For the first time the daughter of eyes and the son of branches split leaving the warmth of a midnight candle.

What angelic form have I fallen upon who's body is molten chocolate, delicious and smooth to the touch... Who's lips are a horizon from which my destination lies upon the face which is paradise and who's hair floats delicately over as would the clouds in the sky. Within reaching my destination, the sweat honey of a bounty lies within,who's tongue will was over me like the water washes over a beach. My destination lies far but my sails are willing.