I am learning how to capture green,
obvious signs keep leading
me on.

I hear you but I cannot see you.

Inside my body, light is flashing wild.

Up and down,
hard to describe this angelic burning,
sweet summer hopes broken out, hunting you down
my soul of eternal mysteries.

There is no need to speak.

All this green shelter
speaks for itself.

All this light
still teases me,

like rays
miss the Sun,

knowing your full capacity
is more glorious than my ability to write it.