You have one of the most beautiful soul I have ever come across.
Not a single blemish on your body could represent your eternal self.
With eyes that see through, I look upon the beauty of your eternal youth.
See what you may of my surface and wonder of my underneath,
I am but the spring of passions and countless quantum leaps.

Ribbons of rains
A translucent sheet
Papery streamers
Down the streets

Children dream
Of castles and moats
To sail their
white paper boats

Yesterday’s flowers
Colour the pathway
For every passerby
As they take a final bow

Death stands at
The broken door
At despair
None to repair

Life stands still
Up the hill
Lonely the breeze
Plays at its will

To sway
And move along
The winds of change
At every bend

Stands the door
Repaired hinged
And life moves on
Clear, distilled