I beg pardon, I'll try again, to gather

I beg pardon, I'll try again, to gather From your verse the voice, to align it with my own song, May words flow in a magic pulse, under the clear moonlight, Swaying in metaphor and dream, until I respond to you. Wreathing my thoughts in the ephemeral flames of stars, Amongst the equinoxes of soul and solstices of arched heart, With love still kissing my bare soles, I will drop into the night's carafe the gently diluted essence of life. Oh, how I have loved! With longing suffocated in blossoms serene, Harvesting hopes from dewdrops, upon corollas of dreams, And I love, with a love that weaves beneath a cloak of clear skies, Twirled in a dance of leaves, where nature in her secret smiles and whispers to me. Under the canopy, my waiting builds castles on shifting sands, With my heart, the flickering lighthouse, yet never it falls, The umbrella of anticipation open to clouds of soaring flights, Where happenings congeal in waits, distinct and pure. I cannot confess whom I wait for, but wait I do, Glowing with invisible wings, heart of untamed birds, And still they fly, oh, how they fly, over seas of regret, Seeking that song, plucked from all corners of souls. What to do, I wonder, in a labyrinth of light and darkness, My path is lost in the gilded web that weaves the horizons, Mountains and forests rend inside me, waiting to unravel, And seas of dreams retract, into the same mouth of the unreal, longing for breath. In this realm born from a poetic anticipation, Where groves bloom with promises to give and to receive, And love's quiver rises, a delicate cathedral, finely crafted, Over the soul a mantle of love is laid, in roots planted and at the tips infinite.