my holy reason why

                                   all the open home smells worked their magical way in

                                   a deap pthalo blue river of my unparticled secret color 

                                   where the mountain expounds into all the silver songs 

                                   dreaming of a flight that never finds the rich soil

                                   light enters within odd fragments to pass cool breazes

                                   being alone at this moment seems eternally open

                                   it feels like the best experience I can understand

                                   so I hold it as a fragile piece of life

                                   turn and face the windy sky

                                   announce my holy reason why