Sometimes I feel stuck in this oblivion.
The oblivion that goes beyond the bleak darkness-
A black sail that gets swallowed by the sea.
If you listen to the waves crashing, closely,
You’ll only hear a constant, quiet, plea.
Quiet, yet they scream:
Pull me into the light that dances,
Show me happiness through its beams.
Invade this blankness with Helios and his sun chariot,
Burn me with ecstasy across my skin.