Life a beauty, new veranda
Stalking lips of Satan sweet
Man hath for sweet the sugar tongue;
And yet, in time, before time long
He sees, I see the life is gone…

Leaves dark amorous soften light
Canopies as I walk I brush aside
Spying her with forests’ gaze
Never to return again;
Eye a gaze the black’ning gloom
Lightning mind, it blinds, it dooms.

She follows bloody sun to Earth’s lovely ends
Its violence fueling her adventure
To the world upon worlds
What is found is not to like
What is liked will not be found
In a world which empowered
In direction flowing down.

Frosty white, the sparkling snow,
Plays softly on her lips;
Its cold dark depths are heightened to their fame, and
As I see her lying there in comfort made of snow
Falling all around her it is there I must not go…

And in the forests she remains again.
I cannot find her to these sultry ends:
Darkness is enchanted touch
As fingers grasp the want, the need,
A falling, growing, feeling seed,
The love will grow there like a weed.

Water dripping stone finds her again in God’s great grasp.
The morning sun is left us now,
Left us for to ask: Can we,
In a great mind, find sight for us to give;
Or will we soon discover
There is nothing for to live?

Alien symbols in your touch
And sitting in a crutch,
The mind is great in passage as,
As you and I are here
And see what our love has…
It seems to make me glad…
Although I still feel bad…
For what we could have had…