The flakes rested a moment on my head before finishing the race. I was engendering spirits visible of grace. Into the night fog I was walking like an enchanted! When I kneeled to tie my leather boots, I was paying respect to the emerald universe above. Tonight I think about you again.
Love-drunk, teeter and totter, hobble and wabble
because my spirit remembers our resonance
Tonight we are far from each other
Tonight I'm hungry (of you), darling
My irrepressible love volleying bombardments
only by the knowledge of your lips could it be solaced
Yellow dry reeds puzzle me greatly. Walking under the cloak of humanism. A penetrating enlightement. My scarf's blowing, and I barely feel my face. O my muse, blues possessed me tonight. I will cry from missing you.

My hands smell like a lemon
The air is dulce and tastes like predestination
A partying rebel, parleying devil, but part-time constable
A layman evangel, silent gospel, and full time antechapel
Self-tailored, not mass-produced
A mirage of myself burns in the fog, and I disappear into the eternal forest
Therein I pray, play, and praise like a child
and my quilted words fly away like riptides
and only the residue of magnificence stays on my lips,
the fragrance of moonlight

My heroine, my dear adventress
Take a good rest. Adios.