To Misty Flower
Your birthday is...
When we're rushed for time
With the working weak ahead...
I thought not even once.
You, would be him...
In the oscillation of an accordion
we were gasping...
I dreamed of you at nights,
I sleepwalked you in the daylights...
I ran from you,
a skittish yearling...
Kissing the moon is
impossible...
Your smile,
the white queue of musical tone...
Love, a force that moves the world,
Binding all pieces with threads unfurled...
I have owned twenty acres
and I have hired hundreds of workers...
Millions of wishes yet
All I want to get is be...
Love, is horizon,
always there. Life, is a road...