Wrens flew home from work,
Whistling to the grass and trees...

Crystals are smeared upon my flesh
A shivering mockingbird, I am...

His heart is happy like a hummingbird;
She sings all life long...

My room, the moonlight bright,
A quill, in my hand, a poem, I write...

The crimson moon waned, slowly.
Her night came, a sudden grief...

The lungs had risen like bubbles,
Weightless in mid air...

I pierce into the happy heart of the people
With a knife that, ever, gleams in hatred...

Where could I go to find Love?
She flies like a comet to the unknown galaxy...

When the angry sea divides us, the loving gods...
Your joy, ablaze like the orange flame on a clear...

Lost in dark vortexes,
Longing to feel the first sunlight...

Fire in my lungs await the cold air to blow,
Earth in my heart longs to glow in auburn...

Long long ago, the beaming bluebells swayed;
Musical whispers from the sky, angels in unison...