Do not knock out the water from the eyes,
each dropp is temple...
I long to become the silhouette
of the constellation that I gaze upon...
A mighty tree how she stands so tall and proud
her limbs stretch out almost caressing the clouds...
The most wanted moon
was writhing...
Press the panic -
button...
Tranquil night melts away from earth's embrace
paving a cloudless path for the rising king...
Entrailes were sucked by grief
and pleasure bruised...
Chrysanthemums paint
as onyx skies softly weep...
How lovely are the days when flowers bloom
but also when the rain comes dripping down...
Proud that I'm a tree
taking root quite literally...
We've waited all our young lives
for this moment...
Within shadows, darkness falls from the moon
star glow flames the magical sky above...