The colors of clouds on a sunny day surrounded me.
They float before me to wrap me in words.
I’m floating across the sky with white and tender forms.
While colorless tile and tub support my glide.
My bruises and pains are washed away.
Talking softly I am held up by memory
Does remembrance offer purity and security with Help?
While fires burn around me?
Is it White that tattoos themselves with each touch at waters rim?
Is it white waters that carries me with these love letters?”
Help me live and love and make myself pure.
I will cleanse away the day in the warm water of you.
