Philosophy

Who weaves a cloak 
against the cold. 
Who's hot 
my heart to appreciate. 
It is cold 
fear of coverage 
throw on my shoulders. 

A million dreams, 
wander in the wind 
air flow are exporting. 
Face Without ever 
actual desire. 
My soul swaying 
the mother of the child in the water, 
anxiously 
space waves 
the early Universe in the ocean. 

philosophy sway 
dormant soul, 
rotating it, 
as the earth 
rotates around its axis. 

I, as well as the universe, 
both equally mystical. 
We do not know where we came from, 
and where are we going?