In distilled summer nights
I met a foreign ruin ambit at your gates
Fields of indigo, a loam of mortal flesh-tide
A windproof world of gushing gales to trace a face
A message of winter twinge beside regret
A lovers swoon unborn, delicate pretender
Masks a cherry tide with blind charm
Dark clouds a hinted strawberry diluvial guard
Skew fervently in the copious harmonious mild
A shattered dream, a naked sunlight, a rustic gold
Earth her rest, and in her point, mercyless Tanger in a desert's grip
This buttercup rain to be held crease-less in ardent palm
A language Ur disregard
Golden luminous points, befell our azure nighttime
Before love entrenched an echoed meekness among stones
Lookout through the sandy transparency
The winds are but hollow, beautiful collaborators in such seamless colorless flow
