How I turn, turn for turn;
The sun it seeks then it burns;
How it shines in later structure;
Heat and iconoclastic renew;
Burns my heart - the day ensues;
Never proclaiming violence.
My first morning superior in description;
How I shared the sun and there it grew;
Ranging from micro to macro;
Liquidfying my iron soul to liquid glue.
My eyes appeared with sons and daughters opulence;
Tracks of brightness venue tonight a brilliant Venus;
The mountains grew so high upon my enemies fall;
A sun affections reflected off a mirrored wall;
So must an enemy overburn like an oven with no ocean.
So now as best be in birds' eye view;
I must open the door and never close it;
All the music exchanging hours in vibrations.
copyrighted 2008
