By midnight shine of streetlight glow,
On streetlight road fell citrus snow:
The chalky streams and powdered tides;
The tangy shores now come alive:
And to ignite the ember'd brook,
A cloudless clime so tender hook'd.

The night of sweet persimmon air,
Of quiet trees in quiet flare,
Instead of cold, white, winter blaze
My sleepless night soak'd auburn haze;
And sleep made be the dreamy flight,
The streetlight road ran just alike.

And this for me the lunar blue?
Some felon crime of citrine hues:
A nameless joy abstracts the heart,
Serene it is and set apart;
On streetlight road I met a truth:
And seamless be its natured proof.

Thou art fairer than the sun's divide!
Perhaps rarer than an ocean's leap:
And wild, wild like the ******* bear
In moments, in times of disbelief:
And the hornets - by the woodland air -
How they've all fallen by your own two feet.

Like the icy lakes of frozen fish,
The solid ponds, the gaggle of geese;
It would seem a beauty does exist,
nonetheless, in the quiver of trees:
The winter flora; this snowy 'byss:
All by your sadness - by your teary fleet.

And when the stormy shore subsides, and
Eastern breezes bring a balmy blow,
The skies in blue more brightly shine, and
Fulfills my eyes your mystic glow: oh
Whatever else may be sublime, an
Intense passion to forever show!

I took the stars, plucked one by one
And gave to you, but all in vain:
I blew in storms to block the sun;
The bane of time now child’s proclaim:
The spin of earth, too fast for fun,
Oh poor woman, do you hide pain?

Is it behind your summer eyes?
Perhaps beneath that honey hair,
Or creeps between those pleasant sighs
Which sound so smoothly through the air?
Or stuffed below witty replies
That come by the night without care?

O such beauty! She’s no evil:
Laugh too innocent, heart too pure,
A walk so calm impatience boils
Under her seductive nature.
Rapture in my love’s perfect coil!
Alas, she is all, all is sure.

the staring back sky
translucent eyes, road lights neath
invisible deep

O' beauty fish! whose scales shine the upper sea:
The fins that push a wide abyss
In colours that forever ream
Of red and blue and purple-ness
And further waves of tangerine.
The sapid hops of beauty fish
And all the rainbow in the sea.