Arrival

It comes from the tip of my tongue to the rest of my existing atoms. It goes from the deep of my mind to the end of the earth. It comes slowly, almost like the snow and the pouring rain, floating on my thoughts until losing itself again. Goes from grass to stone, from words to fire. Like the old irish music, like the brand new resting green. Like everything, like nothing at all.

("Arrival" - J. Tommaz)