'Streamer On Icicle' Poem by Ebi Robert

Then I said Celine
The star of some coloured inks-
The star of lighting links-

You are a poet from the star
And I am dying for your rhymes as you are

You are a streamer oracle, the great giver of icicle
Her beloved hair darkens-she's streaming with ice comb

When she whistle to the ravine bailing with a cap of cloud,
Earth streams the sea who calls for waves to hail her home

When she streams the air, plants equilibrium, on air conk
I become mad in her creaming room

The moon hails thunder and barks with heaven's fever
While on icing-fogs of cold I shiver

She stream the honey-comb and snows
She balanced her wings-overstressing
On downward acceleration
Upward evaporation - airy intimidation
Cold galvanic -in electric

She streams and lights her body
Illuminating, shining flesh and flow
She streams the solid solvent that dissolves
The ices, lies that bows on her beauty true

Polished still, stars keep running into her flood
A fiery flood floating from Fantuo
Rising out to gloving whites
Ghostly hosts of ice lights

What do I say to a star streamer?
Why roaming round a flashing ice that roams?
I am glad a streamer does shine