By deep illusion—to conjure up love. By winter’s pain—to adore a mirage. Bone aches, traveling skies, a message betrayed. With misery comes a spark of light, a flicker of wealth, if to seize a moment, inside a cliff, to have warned of damaging infatuation. Like chasing grayness, rhythmic examination, concluding in grayness; needing a solid conclusion, left with falderal, asking for entrance, where Love is smitten with blossoms, sacrifice, & mythos.
I appeared to a mirror, changing the soul therein; told the seasons have design, they kiss & obey internality, they soar nautical seas. Summer coldness, by koan, by gravity—melodic chaos, those grieving winds, with passion made contagious, pinpointing eternity.
I saw life a dozen times, I met her once; bold beautiful colors, opalescent hearts, iridescent shadows—by arc, by rain—oh’ sweet, saving sanity.
Those dreams became smiles, broken serenades, captured souls—to have picturesque ‘scapes, seasoned beginnings, solemn ingredients—upon a wishing star.
Minds swift to battle, designated hostility, granted one dying wish.
