Fleeting visions, soft are seen
sense the wisdom, ancient green.
Shadows flicker on the road
sunlight seeks a home in moss and grove.
Sweet clear mineral water,
Liquid shades of green
You cover me in infinate cells unseen
Transluscent shapes and emerald sleeves,
You sway your arms in the breeze.
Not an inch of your body goes un-clothed in lime and olive.
The road that winds round and round making no sound.
The handless clock.
A snake made of rock.
White arrows painted on the ground.