Love

The Sun is flickered by the flights, the day is coloured by the wings. In our palms – like butterflies – lines cover our fates it seems. The mystery’s waving in the sky, the air is full of scent of myrrh. An hour-glass is playing light. A play-boy clings to sapphire. Our feelings moved by nectars, the flower world is fully scattered, to eternity a gift has access – by the kiss we both are captured.