Enraptured in the clouds,
Is the fire of my love.
A glacier of wonder,
Is the grace of pure silver.
A white tapestry of love,
In the burning fires of the sky.
A gentle breeze of assurance,
As letters encrusted in stone.
I wait patiently,
My hands aglow with steel.
And my heart abounding with a fragrance,
So graceful as to be enumerated.
I gently seize my remembrance,
As a dreamy mist from the hazy caves of life.
As an icy gust of starlight,
In the perpetual radiance of love.
I sing my love to the rainbow sun,
And my memories are colors of light.
A pool of water is my mirror,
In the reflections of my heart.
With my silver hands in the clouds,
I miss my love whom I cherish.
As I unravel the earth and heaven,
In the gust of my loving heart.