~*~

weeping tears for beauty...
high upon the evening's piers I will remain
A faithful listener
Transcribing a voice that might be mine...
Suspicious of the elvin night
I delve into voices sung upon the east & persuade them to come
A little closer and into the dreams
I sleep in the waking prescience of your soul:
I seduce its dance,
With magical flutes until in trance it winds
Into my inhale & reveals
Secrets of you,,, rose-coloured patternsI
n gentle rythyms of my solace,
A gem-seat-cheer upon the clouds;
Drawing the key of the lands into
My corridor's lock...