It is in my conscious stream to speak of restricted words the kind, that hang off your two separate lips quietly that usually hold hands in that scrutinizing silence the beauty of these two things my eyes find hard to hold
may you come to me on blazed days, and shivered nights with the wisdom of owls, and teach me all the things life has taught you and show me your scars from that faint childhood and tell me about the beautiful lands you wish to immerse your body into
may I be blessed enough, that you - glorious you sacrifice your time to simply stare at the immense turquoise of the sea with me the veins in a leaf, the memories written on tomb stones
I hope to figure out the secret paths of your garden labyrinth to find your white beaches and leave but a footprint upon the shore of your inner arms
at night, I find the most joy in asking you to look at the stars for when met with your eyes, they burn brighter and become shy with your beauty they scatter and hide behind each other. The moon envies me. She dances in the sky gloriously.
your hair unravels like a bush of silk harmoniously tasseled out in the sun and when you smile fruits of labor fall off the corners of your comely mouth all of natures most passionate things are instilled in you you are every season of the year every phase of the moon and rotation of the sun the rain that I stand under the waterfall I fall asleep too the immense darkness of the night that inspires me
your eyes taut, like black diamonds - your tears benitoite even that from you is something to be admired I wish to be a leafless tree standing somewhere in the outskirts of your world