Light is, what it is.

Inside Words/ Are deep silence/ Cloudy cords/ Without remembrance/ Moon appears through the night/ Mellow shine of the night/ And then you may smile/ Lips of grace.

Inside words

Cry inside, unsaid gather
On the new unseen water
Expressions of the unknown
Yet inside, flux of the folded flower
Purest visions of the eye without pupil
Which goes down
And mild

At the beginning was the L/ And the L was the beginning/ And the L was/ For every littLe part of the WorLd is L/ And L is every thing/

@Leonardo Rosado: Peace some where, as a song unsaid.

Waves of where,
Waves of something,
New,
Something deep,
Down,
Down.