Beyond the grasp of the crimson light,
Beyond the reach of the gurgling waves
I saw a bird of majestic eyes
Looking down the branch knitted maze.
O Thou sky lie splashed up high,
Beneath thy lies a glorious gem.
Embellished with stars of unflinching light,
Moulding and carving a second heaven.
A small plant with curious twigs,
Did changed into a cactus spine!
For a new North wind blew through it,
Namely the teenage time.
Standing by the shivering door,
She whispered a weak Goodbye
Which wasn't bold enough for him,
But for her, unsatisfied.
Once the paper united with the pen,
And the latter was set free towards an alluring heaven.
Moulding and carving a castle of style,
Of bricks hand - picked as words elected for a rhyme.