sweetness in velvet
a bell of moon
blossoms in blossoms
full to be filled
thrilled
in bloom
whispering signs
in noondays
the voice says
high the sun
to be done
and at all once
to the ones
in powders of stars
rhymes of home
to sense the pulse
to grow
more to shine
a breath to show
like yours is mine
and I am you
confess a diamond
here to do
in those times
of
ever sweet
in sinfonies
to hold more suns
in
clysian
memoriest
it shines