The pond of blooming lotus was waiting for someone to cherish there beauty.  There we were as the shinning city we cherish beneight the credent  moon. Such perfect moment seamed as if a message was being delivered to us as we walked. We drifted away in beautiful wavy lights. We were in a moment where nothing existed except you and I.

angels of day
     mold white clay

credent times
     had the same minds

have you lost yours?
      saw mine by my soul

there i weaved my heart
      to see from miles

there my mother w(e)aves
      (it) back to me.

young days, id show her all id known
        her knowledge now
             comes in tow.

a wisp, a ghost twirls the clouds
      is it I or her's this be allowed?