The sky currencies

When the rain pounding
shoulders, the wind whipping
goings fast canter.
Then I dive
in a utopia,
time travel dreams
sail the sea.
The sky currencies, cotton candy
dancing in the troubled
mazurka.
The sky tattoos stars
my skin, as soon as they melt away.

Frequently I am in full
spineless, I stand
my thoughts back.
I sleep like Sleeping Beauty,
forget the chest
roaring of love.