the aftermath
I sail right through the morning
Under the cool dawn I see tomorrows
Dress in gold and purple that I love
Will glorify even the sails of days epigrams
I see you walking around the beautifully cha rm es woods
When we would ask a parcel of infinity
At the source of nights forest murmurs
I know I finally know how noiselessly
We fêterions so ephemeral clouds
the same source diaphanous sea
The same one that unites us in on itself
Words sometimes found at dawn ...