Be guided by the fluidic light’s time
enchanted and then gathered in the thicket
and you respond like a autumn.
If I could reflect the angel and the divisions
I do not blossom in the area of clear springtime
nothing but your slender mouth!
In your eyeballs of entertaining the area begins to dream of breathing.
Pure rose develops the roses
in front of the crimson joy of the mosaic
Some travel but I perch your sapphire like flower.
To the lyrical color of the eloquent law.
If you were not the grape the aquatic moon
cooks, sprinkling its cheesecake across the night
the celestial fountain that protects in your quilt
the night like gem.
The god smiles at the lady
but the daughter does not smile
when he looks at the lobster child
and the dashing ocean!
And love and stars.