CURLICUE

Birds,rivulets,sally of breeze,
no selvage inhibits them,
brim is for the populace,
Reckon,what have You and I,
reaped by being wight?

If we were both gratis,
we would sail in this azure sky,
widening our wings,
The plenary earth would be ours,
ours would be all ken,
In the heavens we would flit,
taking all the ardor in our zest.

If I were a brook,and you were
a gust of wind,then what would happen?
When a gust of wind touches ,
the body of a rill,
waves,waves are made
If we would elucidate,then something
like that would happen.
Everyone says these causatum,
wherever they go,
none looms up
against them.

GRAPPLE OF THE NIGHT

On the grapple of the night,the crescent glitters,
In its supple rays,I look at you,and
my palate starts to clatter.

Where have you come from,what
burghal are you going to?
I wonder , dumbfounded,
that this face is like the orb of night,
these hasp of hair,like the eventide...
A hundred avidity have,
enlivened within me !
The lambent of your face is like,
an elation that gradually,
brumes my eyesight.

Into my forlonness,into this place of desolation,
you came,bringing such tinge,
even so I wonder,
are you really here,
or are you only an illation,
like a hallucination that is formed
only to be ravaged?

STARGAZE

Parts unknown or scattered ,there has to be,
a world where you are with me...

Where the early bright comes with the
ray of your eyes,
where I should hark the,
lullaby of stargaze in your arms,
don't know where is that terrene,
don't knows whether it abides or not,
where my soul is not so huffy with me...

In whose agony my gasp is lost,
don't know in whose arms I am stargazed,
from the divine will,
and have lost the haven in the way,
somewhere there is elation in our every conclave,
this aura is saying ,
where is my dust,where is my azure ,
where you are my smirk,
my mirth and my entity...

Don't know where that world is,
Don't know whether it abides or not,
where my soul is not so huffy with me...