Windmill

The road leads to old windmill Soul like grain is processed by the mill The very presence of the mill Surreal will make you feel The orb is like science filled dream Beautiful and bizarre crystal forms create waves that will swim In this dream They are of mesmerizing radiance forming shape of a soul that will gleam The orb controls laws of universe One who has the orb cans transverse Whole universe And change its very laws by a simple verse The road to the mill is filled with catkin during spring Song as beautiful as essence of divine spirit nightingale will sing That like the softest bell will ring Singing ballad about everything The second orb controls laws of destiny The destiny that limited only by its definition will be Destiny beyond continuity Is still destiny What such orb will see is hard to describe Even for best scribe It is the most breathtaking beauty that its name in soul of divine will inscribe The most spellbinding magnificence of any tribe The third fourth and so on orb will grow further still And all of the orbs are processed by the mill The very soul of universe the windmill Will reveal The orb of destiny Has its own special beauty What mathematical nirvana and first orb to the world will be? That is what their reflections to Omni verse will be That starts growing process in continuity Yet destiny Can be beyond all continuity And there lies orbs’ majesty Omnipotence that fallows Immortality Even immortality that beyond reflection of the first orb will be Subservient to orb of destiny And that orb reflects my love’s beauty