my humble coat of truth
as smile of pouring skies
which moment dots the scape
curves upon a prize

for speaking tints of red
rainbows in disguise
flashing trod her dreams
kiss her sky goodbye

linger as fog of dead
which seems to keep alive
through strings of steely charms
memories of yesternight

i ache as boiling pain
as pleasure fills my eyes
seep in the tears of past
as moments tranquil fly

i risk the heights of sun
through rumblings of our lives
what breaks upon as rain
as poem it survives