I thought I had
buried the remaining bitterness...

I tried to find home
by looking within and...

Fragrance chills my arms
in a swift summer swing...

If there could be a place
where realism fades into the background...

Murder by moonlight
as the ebony-eyed lady...

-
i feel excessively...

You rush within me, my veins
terrestrial planets that orbit you like...

If only I could weave these
tendrils of confusion...

.
The sparks no longer fall simultaneously...

I thought I wrote a poem about it already,
but as I'm flipping through your pages...

I called you a legend upon Fall,
how you trumpeted against frost...

When I can no longer feel
the spirit of the sun.....he frees my soul...