Ibiza

An enveloping slickness coming on like a fever throbbing energy, obscuring lost time as precious rhythms glide gently by the flow of motion and laughter as inhibition fades and instinct directs frenzied flesh, bathing in shadows and bottomless eyes, twisting in light Another ripple and the moment erupts sending kaleidoscopic sounds writhing free Momentum comes in staccato shifts intersecting cycles of time in chaotic unity a gentle resurgence a clarity of vision the flower of an idea or the seed of inspiration the legacy of human ideal, nurturing soil bringing childish dreams to bear And while each moment is an epoch the whole is but a flinch in that sublime moment between sleep and dream