journeying, a daring lover
urged to satiate the soul of any immortal
drifting away in frenzied movements
wrapped up with obstinacy in memoirs
of unbearable silence
groundlessly taken to the moon and back

there are so many implicit paths to take
as if the creation has been stoically layered
with a stratagem of translucent pulleys
they lead us to a charming fantasy-like gate
with my heart embittered
I deplore the floating of my senses
the insurrection of the thoughts
stifling pain, a valve of convulsion
dragging me to jingle of the stars
some time ago
I found myself adorned with gewgaws
whispering unknown words
at daybreak
lingering over the green grass
sensually touching the morning glory.