with their beautiful yellows and blacks, turning lion-hearted faces to a southerly breeze, eyes focused on the sun, wedded to god and light, their suns, a river of dream, their moons, the thin drops of water hanging on them like rain on a stain- glassed window.
He asked, When did you start to feel for me? I replied, Heart forgot to tell that! He asked, How can you feel for me? I replied, Feelings made me reach to the destination, And kept the procedure enclosed! He asked me, Why do you feel for me? I replied, That's the question I don't want to answer, Because these feelings don't want to lose their purity!
loving a ghost boy, brown, gentle eyes, dark flowing hair, you magnetise me, love soft as the sky, enigmatic, beautiful, out of a shadowy night your love finds me, and i find you, ghost boy, boy that i love.
these clouds like follies, these moons like watery ghosts, flooding, light like a swollen stream, the golden glow escapes, exhumed like an egyptian mummy, its laundry the white sheets of the world, its apparition’s the reticent clouds of the dark.
