Purity through a thought

Floating through discoveries
I drop beneath what is pure
A breath that resembles a cloud whispers
and trancends my thoughts to a
mountain
leaving this dance of confusion for a more
simplistic view of what is truth
I shout to the wind of laughter below
for hopes of a reply, coming across
an image of coincidence as
I waited unexpectedly to meet her
presence, A unique embrace unknowingly
derived out of this world
gives me this comfort of a metaphor
once heard
my mind reaches a utopian reoccuring
sequence of love and calmness

an immediate influence leaves me painted on a large platform like bed