She watches me
In the dreamtime...

Te sé en el cielo constelado,
Y los ojos de Dios...

The grains slip through
my fingers and I...

You resemble nothing
more than a...

Looking passed the bursting white symbols
Of my unexpressed feeling...

I am naught but
a soul with amnesia...

Softly,
so the winds but...

As I gazed upon the
Garden's desolation...

The shady glade of red, red roses
And soft cool grasses walled by dryadic oaks...

[A pale ode from my teenage years to Moorcock's...
A thousand worlds have I seen...

She is a sliver of pale
in the shadows and sheets...

The swaying forms of flame birthed
Spectators watch eagerly as do I...