Thursday in the Summer

Sink to the bottom of the ocean
With eyes turned upwards toward sky,
Where detachment illuminates consciousness
And eyes gaze unknowing towards freedom for the first time.
Cradled in waves of melody
While the world undulates and fades away,
Embrace the betrayal of senses
As warm asylum encompasses soul.
Enclosed in the caverns of spirit eternal
Where nothing seems to matter anymore,
Heart stops demanding things unobtainable
Only to find that fear and desire have no power to destroy.