Phantasmagoric Moments

For one moment I thought Moons stars and kingdoms, Humbly yielded to the spell of your tongue; For I would never miss such an honour When my heart still dies in front. From the gravest yard in my groans, In those rainy eyes of autumn, You stole into the fragrance of my desert red bloom; Despite the venom in my features, You killed the old beast in my gloom. For one moment I thought Flowers, bees, and dew drops Had never been bleeding forever; The honey have they made Fell us in love like a feather. For one moment I thought We stumbl’d upon each other.