There down by the brook
arborescent shades the violet hue
where the moon fell in the sway of your neck
..and the night withdrew

Here a mere specter of thought
Iridescent space encased a memory new
Painted in the shimmering mist with you amiss
..Light seldom holds true

Words unfurled sung; entrapment's
illusions I have seen colors imbue
Sinking; this spatial bliss of your pnemoptical kiss
..I bare your askant view