The blood of Gaia pulses through the timber
Of the old Oak tree, a vigorous behemoth...

I tell myself everything will be okay,
The picture comes in a stagnant decay...

I am a patzer in this game but
A maven non the- less...

Evulsions of illusions show through,
The cracked face of the mirror...

Cryptic palindromes swarm around
the cosmos of forlorn arcane affection...

Pollinated zephyrs dancing under
the scarlet cirrus of the morning sky...

My desire for you is like a cryptic veil,
which blossoms when I see your smile- bright as...

Dusk breaks the silence of the night.
Natures slow birth comes to life...

Let your optimum lips kiss the calmative whole of...
running sweet sensation...

Perfume-
Sealed on a parchment...

She flutters in darkness,
Unborn from her womb...

(this poems is not 100% done, i just want some...
The window of time slowly despairs...