Vision

In one of my visions;
The night is specific in its suspended matter/
spreading all over the universe…
It was made to love,
to feel the wind - the freedom;
Be amused with the moonlight - deliberately meditate.
Come out of the individual;
And, in a star, come to see me;
as a flash of brilliancy...
declining in the fall of the flight to the ocean.
It is pure silence!
purifying as jade (stone) - metamorphic transfiguration,
to the brightness of the rebellious waves.
Feeling the reflection of the space,
transforming into this fascinating voyage.
Comes in the breeze, in a convex direction.
My heart overflows;
embracing closely the tame wind.
Misty clouds…
In the way I think that I should continue…
maybe, come back.
Evolved of melancholy,
the flight follows its own direction,
bringing crystallized petals
as an ornament for my long hair…
Inoculate its magic.
Dream or reality?
Do you feel the flight?

Jade da Rocha