And a dead night’s warrior rose to fight
For your face under the Neptune’s veil
That sticks like silence on thee lips
The hues of mortal dance are lithe in space
As the dancers wind up in immortal gaze
This is the reason for your love that is complacent
In carrying wind through the scathing love of your bosom
It is a pantomime, l glance at your side
You calmly winding through the stairs in sparrow’s flight
Do I have to say of the spirit that is you?
Who sings a song of separation at the function
Of Love’s celebration in arty mold.
Do I say the story of my fave birds?
Who having taken the flight return home
Where I stand and wait in sky’s gaze
Looking upwards where I see your face
Tears falling like molten gold in a dust of summer’s haze
I wonder why did the fall leaves bloom
When you never return even in gloom