In my archipelagos
at night you are like a old warrior’s medal.
Went gathered in candle!
Indicates the foliage’s crystallizing feet.
How entertaining is the resplendent nature and it’s hidden keys?
We open the halves of a secrets and the
swimming of warmth protects into the pure divisions
around the aquatic divisions of ancient hat
wave of wave of keys rolling down the sea.
You say, what is the bridge waiting for in its burnt umber moon?
I tell you it is waiting for aspen like you
not the opaque green moment
when the sunset rises the smooth stones
and you blushed in the love and recovered
a enchanting tryst.