Oh what a night of Paris fragrances 

Tender textures irresistibly sweeten the Lily of my soul

My meditative gaze travels beyond the train tracks

Where feet that ever loved in time are forgotten 

Where hearts that gave loveliest love sprint to drown in despair 

and souls made as anchors not durable enough to heal time

As ancestors perpetually in continual leeway. 

 

Cycles are on their way seeking those lost in the horizon 

This Time speaks like language of luster as would a lover

This chapter says 

“Oh, darling, give me these moments as when the night purpled

I am in your garden fading faster than finest flowers in summer

If I could learn to give like a rubber band 

Celestial cloning mirrors too will order your transformation”.

 

Oh, but you know how I think of unanswered questions 

terrifyingly repeating their needs to be unearthed 

Out of the silence inside in the pinkish dawn 

and how the night buys time to lead the way to fold the page 

Where gardens of words and manifestations are born to flourish 

by the bones of my people who arrived at a convenient time

each born a gem to feel how a fire will feel in an Artist's artistic hands.

 

Now, bloodlines of dreams and karma

Know there is thunder in our hearts screaming and singing 

Still afraid of butterflies, seas, and stars within wombs of time 

Each hoping never to be a loser on a winning streak 

Time will stride after the thunderstorms 

While rain and rays of sunshine travel with their hearts 

To wet mortal soils and sprout them fairest marvels and mysticism.