We close ourselves inside between our selves we’re locking up behind the mirrors the most beautiful flowers in the world we lock lest anyone should see our sensuous frailty, the red of our velvet deep inside, the fascinating sparkle of the black into the core cut through by one thought only so jealous, oh, from
Around So much illness around the feeling! Such poison covering its flesh! But what a light arises from the soul just to come down upon the body after a war of words, just afterwards!
Through eyes and skin you hear the old sun illuminating hearts (still longing to be seen- the shadows of your thoughts ) old rusty bells vibrating through the air (till cobwebs shake, till clouds disappear) into the sunshine of the soul (dissolving all your fear). Into the sunshine of your soul I dive!