Crown of Flames on the Head of Our Universe
Crown of Flames on the Head of Our Universe
Know this my love our days will weave together in the chaos of the great world,
this tumbling mess gathers us now in the dense slush of the deep black contour,
the horizon becomes immense circle on the head of our universe crown of living flames,
the stars will sparkle tonight for our fragile dreams like tender delicate icicles gently.
Your sparkling flowers from the meadow are ravaged with clean dust by the wind always,
to your mane of perpetual autumn I stand listless my soul screams a supreme wail,
that flows over your magnificent hair fractured in naturally wavy tresses flowing,
electrocuted toward your steadfast thought on shivers like cold drops that grip me now.
Hallucinating ideas that float like violet smoke through air abracadabrant from the mind,
you will never understand them beautiful one to comb them through your wavy hair,
the whole truth of the days I will live beside you through the great chaos here,
dense slush holds us captive in the cosmic circle of flames that burn tonight gently.
Dreams of fragile icicles ravaged with wind dust your flowers from the meadow wide,
to your mane of autumn that comes always the soul screams wail burst over your hair,
fractured in tresses electrocuted toward the steadfast thought on shivers like cold drops,
hallucinating ideas to comb them with passion through the dense slush of the deep contour.
Of stars that sparkle tonight crown of flames on the head of our cosmic universe,
the great tumbling gathers us the horizon in the immense circle of chaos that grips us,
the truth of our days ravaged with wind dust of your flowers from the great meadow,
to your mane of autumn the soul screams supreme wail burst over the wavy hair gently.
Fractured in tresses electrocuted toward steadfast thought on shivers like cold drops now,
hallucinating ideas that float like violet smoke abracadabrant from my living mind,
you will never understand them to comb them through your magnificent wavy hair,
dense slush holds us captive in the cosmic circle crown of flames that burns always.
Dreams of tender petals ravaged with wind dust your flowers from the open meadow,
to your mane of perpetual autumn I stand listless my soul screams burst wail,
that flows over the fractured hair tresses electrocuted toward your steadfast thought,
hallucinating ideas to comb them forever and always through your gently wavy hair.
The truth of our days the great chaos the tumbling the dense slush of the deep contour,
the immense circle on the head of the universe crown of flames that burn like a living princess,
of stars that sparkle tonight fragile dreams ravaged with clean dust by the wind always,
of your flowers your autumn mane the soul screams wail over your gently wavy hair.
Tresses electrocuted toward steadfast thought on shivers like cold drops that grip me,
hallucinating ideas that float like violet smoke abracadabrant through the great cosmic air,
to comb them with passion forever and always through your magnificent wavy hair always,
dense slush gathers us in the immense circle crown of flames that burns tonight gently.
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