Satin globe engulfs me
Agony of smile over me
Trenches becoming banks
Of someone's river
Altar of love me do you good
And you do me gone in them
Lovely flowers of me
I bout to become my own lover
There wherever the sight flips
The coin with the mood
There is no need for light
Sparkle of joys from within
Is lighting the way to the sanctuary
Them lovely flowers having
Names pleasing to the ear
Nurturing the lost romance
Admiring the echo
Recollection of a dream
Alive and kicking
