"where day is.... dreams of a summer sky."

i.

the sky floats up,
gazing out with lips
of steel, a
shiny branch
surrendering
to summer’s sigh,
her iris a cats
eye, marble blue,
her pupil a dark
wand.

ii.

play with me,
draw me out of the
dark,

let me sing to
you a sea-song
where the waves
somersault and
crash to the shore,

where the wind, wild
as wild, faints to breathe
the wakening sky.

iii.

see how i write in passages,
faint-waves  of
summer’s mists where
the rain dips her pen in
the grey-ink cloud.

iv.

searching for your ghosts,
the deep whirling of the streamy sea
with its wine-red roses like
coloured glass
dance as i gather
whispers of strangeness
and sun, blossoming,
shrink-edged like an
opalescent pool, all
of it, you.

v.

days of watery rags and rubber
tyres, red snake of
summer’s ribs, the
stones of the stormy sun,
gathering the landscape
where tonight the
moon will rise for love
you will loosen my hair
and i will kiss your throat.

A bird's song is gently caressing my soul,
to the realm of freedom, it carries me whole ...
Up there, among the stars, in the beautiful sky
and inside, where our dreams, we cannot deny.
An impulse to sing with my heart felt alright.
With my heart and not words, with a child's delight.
A child wanting to play, to laugh, and to run,
to hysterically jump, and to just have more fun ...
Walking barefoot as to feel the fresh lawn
tickling his feet, first thing at dawn ...
A bird's song took me away and with it,
in the kingdom of beauty, I was joyfully greeted...
It was smelling of green, of bloom and of white ...
where everything blossomed, without any blight
I found myself sitting in a soft, fragrant meadow
with a fresh, streamy creek running fast, allegretto
I realized that this place seemingly made up
was all real, and true, and would only fade up.
It’s been sealed inside my happiest memories,
yet a random bird's song unlocked it with ease...

The Psalm
The soul is 5 senses
Skin impulse, Taste buds, Sight, Hearing, Breathing.

The spirit is the heart
balance Will, Conscience consciousness.

The emotion is the blood cells
Affectionate streamy
Well connected cord.

Our mind is a triune cord
Braine impulse
Thoughts channel
Meta reasoning.

Folklore Liturgy an old customary ritual worship:
Martial  is the last
Poetry is the least.
Abstract Meta-Physical °Designory is the first & highest literate-sure (Morality)
The sacrifice & the offering man.
He whom sow key's that open Orun.
Psalm-well "Sam-uel".
Psalm-Son "Psalm_ Chant_Sign"


Ma'at God own heart
Bee-Love {DĀHVID}
Hu-Manbeing.
Woo Man bee .
Woman-bee
Who man be!
Woman B (----- rating 60)
Humming Big
Woe-man-bee.

I spoke of the-Lilly as "Delilah"
Example Examine Assignment.