in the rustling shades of soul
home so near
the purpose of velvet
fingers
gloves of silk
to unwind red
and into flowers
winds to bear like honey
sinfonic amorandum
scents of dragonfly
instruments of breeze
under the clysian sun
spring to sing
memories
to breath one string
one sound
and to the ground
one in one
sinfonic angels
all their childrens' eyes
their paintings and their glory
voice is done
pulses of freedom
all their emeralds
their holy dreams in merge
more to clysian butterflies
one voice
one voice
cords of birth
in one
towards each other
worlds within worlds
emerald kisses
elysian chords
three in words
for four directions
straightened curves
spirals
to their stairs
to their hairs
to their taken hands
where more to shades
and learn to whisper
soul
in their bodies
in their faith
in their fate of done
to bless
the
human
race
their one
towards
all
their portals
of
their
chosen
suns