there was a kiss
in morning birds
whispering triangles
unfolded shades
a pulse of anima
shore ashore
and to adore
ancient voices
dragons
wings
and all their origami
to hold
sinfonic circles
behold
gold and truth
towards another time
of youth
fountains
secret flowers
ours
in a dance of kimonos
crystal lips
of persian grace
to face
the words to speak
the essence there
to leak
and to find
the name
the kind
the same
a muse
is a muse
and in a kiss
we fuse
the pearl of pearls
for all their given
chosen
worlds