The night with blue eyes
The word beauty alive a sensitivity for human beings
So breathing begging to be in my arms
Great eyes
flower azalea, flower passionflower
floral identity, spirit flow blowing
Movable cause my hands
To squeeze the sky
throws the moon into a love story
Hurtling the sky - a natural beauty
Holy and stolen a spirit of wishes
Season - its hours summer pattern
spring verse, winter in painted hours
fall just another rhyme
If I could with fresh meter
and heavenly words talk to you - heart
It would be a thing that makes our bodies weak
The love that is in our eyes becomes poetry
So freezes the stars in constellation
The love just hangs there as if a secret
copyrighted 2009
