The Sun, jumping near
Your face, tell me that
I love you, my dear
Like ghosts love their flat.
Tell me this about
Small story, no more –
I’ happy without
Your face waiting for,
I’m waiting, I’m trying,
God see, I could save
Your winds, magic flying
Above freedom slave.
You’re laughing, my dear
What’s happened with
The Sun, jumping near
With beams your mouth kiss.
You tell me about
This moment before
The beams red dawn cloud
Loose it warming core.
Your smile moves to fear
Your laugh shoot like gun –
I’ll find you, my dear
Without the Sun
The brain is a framing
Our world space road probe,
Cose you is star gemin
Of this warming Globe.
