Hours spring in eldest scribs,
Pasts are liquified in streams,
Circling globe and sparkling thunders,
So that dawns are free to write us.

Molten shower of thoughts' mere,
Crystal fates' lift-off affair:
Blow on handful, fingers crossed,
Droplet swirls fall upwards.

Two in grass in fluent glare
Co-create flex-flows in air.
Like reflection, next to thee,
One has summoned pulse and seed.

Rain up! Laughter of old goddess,
Waters fly away in soulness.
Crispy vapour on eyelids, -
A new galaxy to live,

And a long-forgotten glow
Stars have gifted springs ago
Now in bright a-fly in grass
And will always mentour us.

April 2023