Il Fiore Della Bruma P3

Eyes are a beauty like no other, Where your deepest sense shines like lustrous glass; The perfect crystal structure, A divine un-shattered over easeful stars. Today I looked upon the light. Today I woke from a heavy slumber With memory much the same as dreams, Blinds had been lifted, And I draw my stillness Towards the feathered window release. I pour each breath to this outside air; The calmly gaze of the soulful sky May catch them, with wings extended backwards, Embracing the pure and loyal tide. The gentle hope of a heart. Oh, draw in these breaths, A delicate mixture of a transcendent draught, Imbued with the devoted kiss of the echoing lake: Cooled and tranquil to delve. And lunar rush, tender compassion; Both wild and soothing, As the forever bond of eternal arms. This draught I mix, uncork and bubble Lulled and sweet, foamed over-flowing, Gently poured, in reflection of sunburnt oak And drunk in loyal acceptance. May my hands never depart From the shores of your warmth And with sight fixed to a beauty like no other, And with a flame in heart: Today I looked upon the light of words I love you… Hope you don’t read that and feel awkward…