New Poetry Game-Cinquain Chain- Come on, it's easy and fun!

sees us,
the gentle eye
seize us, the gentle storm
whirl us around and drench us with
calmness

calmness,
the storm is gone,
the yellow of the sun,
like a watercolor, tinting
the air

the air
has left my lungs
a puncture in my suit
floating between the stars in space
dying

dying
to live again
beneath the burning stars
endless rows of cosmic colors
living

living
for the beauty
of nature and people
made me stay still and watch how Lise
painted

painted
colors so true
a vibrate red caress
the rose of living fantasy
brush stroke

brush stroke
dipped in black ink
deep calligraphic dreams
fanciful characters dance on
parchment

parchment
filled with unseen
events yet to be told
by candle light all can be seen
write it

write it,
do not fight it,
type it just to spite it,
then if it seems wrong just right it -
crickey!

crickey!
that's so extreme
but don't be scared to try
just follow me to the edge, don't
look down

look down?
look out, that edge,
dividing earth and sky,
grab it with both hands and hang on,
now jump!

now jump!
unfold your legs,
untwist your mind, exhale....
free your soul from its iron bonds....
unlock

unlock
that cold closed door
without hesitation
a brighter day beyond that door
open

open
the little place
that serves juicy tidbits
so that I can taste your fruity
flavor

flavor,
where is it found,
only in the tongue's realm?
There is the Moonlight Sonata's,
silence,