I don't want to be found, explore
Don't lift me on any pedestal
While at your feet my eyes crawl
Where mellow, flows the floor
An evil buzz makes me fond, Ignore
The looks of me are gone, yours to call
Along our bodies within life only we fall
In every place we may be drowning shores
Make out of that what moves your will
Make out of me something of a feel
Wake out of whence rose your hills
You tired so much tilting at windmills
Furrowing each others' sound sands
Airy waves rushing between our chests
Meanders between us shimmer in quests
Blushing open soils, roots lightly bend
Dancing a heat upwards expands
We melt and grow in all lush forests
Branching out, they bloom over our rests
Untied again our speechless wounds mend
Make out of that what moves your will
Make out of me something of a feel
Wake out of whence rose your hills
You tired so much tilting at windmills