I play for you delightful melodies of harp,
On the edge of a cliff,
As the stars are leaking from their beds
From the sky, onto the long palm leafs
On the powdery amber line of the horizon,
In your delicate eyes,
Immersed in violet flowers.
We're hooked into the night's lace frock
I see you through thin curtains of crystals
You're kept out of sight, in a stanza of a poem,
In pink bubbles of happiness
Swirling the waves that mirror us,
In the abyss of the dark.
You're coming towards me slowly,
Flying onto an amethyst crescent moon,
Looking down to the lights of this city
Hovering lightly on the greyish ocean.
I speak to you through a friendly shell,
Doused with the fragrance of the water,
That carries an epic sunset in its breaths.
You - the muse covered in gentle fire,
Are hearing our cosmic talk
Vibrating in the middle of the chest,
Where the Sun has found its lounge,
For a night and,
Maybe the rest of life.
Topic(s) of this poem: artistic work, beautiful, life, night
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