Cold and bright through all the night
The world glittering white
The geese have not yet started winging north
with verbose exclamations bursting forth
We used to kiss the buds alive each spring
And igniting life with our lips up in the fruit trees
They were sweetest after a rain swarming with scent of nectar tastes
The branches crack the green grass
strike fall into my heart like crushed blood-red strawberries
Limbs folded back in fiendish prayer
Pleasure comes afterward when she'll devour me greedily, voluptuously
We seized the content of the environment
Nothing more than merely a soul unaware of its thrumming
But gave us imagination to daze of
My self blooms rises with the fresh, lush growing of the grass,
My spirit in happy disarray in a million emotions of emerald, softly ruffled
My heart unfurls as softly but as vividly as these blossoms
I know that my certainties are as elusive as a drifting, molten sunset
The sinuous silver cloud snakes its way against the
scintillating stage of a star-strewn sparkling sky
There I rest along with the soft horizon as the lofty sun bequeaths the bright days of utterance to come
