Allways You Poem by Vincent Silvertop

Loves streets are wide.

I am a silent cherry tree flowering in the garden.

Every, numb, Is it the start or the end, ask huma not the desert

Reality turns into form of Andromeda stars guide confused dervish.

My tongue Is red.

But knows every twist and turn, Trail of petals.

The mirrors that en prison the rose love

This is the embrace of love those that surf the wave of love tenderly, hold the cup of joy.

Beauty, that exotic rodeo horse that I rode like a champion without trembling., the taste of humans kept me concentrated and you always keep me amused, with your curves, positive, let the spheres turn.and your dead ends that are always not dead.

Every forest.

There is a crack of light.

LEAVES, of UNREMITING TIME.

Pictures of fabulously beautiful houris enticing you through doors of perception into new dimensions, past materialism, into a spiritual, playground....