Healing water

Like the fluid veins of the earth
It is flowing down,the humid canals
of a broken mask

Releases,blurrs and sores these cristal crimson spheres
And opens an abyss in my bosom
strangling me slow and gentle

A spark of an opal drop
reflecting the silent panorama
just splashes on rigid fingers

Curing the storm inside
softening the hard tense lines
of a broken mask


Now I feel the sea of calm
drowning a reddish mask
into the damp of my healing water