It’s on everyone's eyeline the flying cloud rains down on this perfectly placed mural.
King Solomon keeps an ear on the ground the Queen of Sheba tiptoes on this way only to find seas of silent blooms already musing dipping in the sun kissed dews on gently tilted roses that won’t drop down not from this picture perfect navel-high!
Velvety rose up from the ground forever green earth is hanging low in the dew on the rose that won’t fall. Blossoming, eying on a acute high evermore hopeful to scale high aspiring to the faraway awaiting heaven’s pool. There the spotlight won’t move neither to the north or south up or down until Queen Fathima the Queen of Heaven steps on spot on on the ‘as above so below’ *****.
There the newly resurrected earth will be primed its minted atom’s vibration will hit out of the park for the first time rising atop the navel high. Perfectly wrap the atom’s circle and lay on as the stepping stone without the pi decimal hole. It shall be set on the door of paradise pure scientia before the numerically perfect Queen Fathima.
God willing she will step on and cut to perfection the perfect works of art the masterpiece on earth not lost in translation but in the pi decimal hole in nature's subtly untied yet to be perfect circle will peep over trailing the role model Queen.
Fathima the first woman to enter paradise shall walk in beauty numerically perfect straight! Like she knew mathematically the mural and its exact position on the paradise wall back from the earth. One more miracle, she zoom passes like on earth leaving no footprint on the-pi-perfect stepping stone! Mirrors of imaginations anew wonder on heaven’s way in the murals at the golden section on the navel high.
While writing this poem I had a feeling that the navel stands in the golden ratio section. Then after penning the poem when I checked I found this thesis: The Math Behind the Beauty argues that "Leonardo da Vinci's drawings of the human body emphasised its proportion. The ratio of the following distances is the Golden Ratio: (foot to navel) : (navel to head)".
I dance with my bare feet, padding across the floor cracks it was a good day as the winter's done I was patiently waiting for the sun to rise. You have been there and left frozen by the time I came.
They are left haunted and nostalgic I couldn't even took a direction without seeing the reflection of your gaze anticipated by the prism of your paradise, everybody fall in the thought of it is a rabbit hole; I don't want to dream about you anymore.
I don't mind how many times I'm going to bid you goodnight tonight. But no matter how many time, I'd still keep saying it, telling you goodnight. Because you'll always have a good night. Darky starry night leaning on her shoulder, singing sweet songs through the back of thee ear along with the bird night. Lullaby for a princess. It's me and you tonight locked in affection, exodus (departure) is evil, wish it's a lifetime Pathos. In mine heart I hold you close. Thy love grew a shield-tree upon the surface of mine heart, under which I abide and its fruit indemnity and gratify me. Sometimes I wonder how beauty heaven is having bestowed His angel unto the earth and that angel I have found, and is you my girl. #C9_fm