Greetings, joy, my fleeting friend.
I can speak your language if you want to.

Concrete emotions
And casual glances
Leave me fulfilled, in this green chamber.

I must remain
This is the only world I wish to know.
To feel everything,  
To feel such warmth.

Pleasure:
so difficult
To deny
I will stay here in this place
And cultivate relief.
Sand painted flowers,
And hand carved birdhouses,
Flowers for your hair,
And the birdhouses...
For the birds of course.
So they may sing you asleep,
When my voice fails me.