if only...

da love
one bears enchants
to breath
lilies, babies breath
runningsosoftlyby&;amp;by,
the charm of the willows
as the swift gun
of night
o'ertakes the
sly
eye
of midnought
glints, as granite
as woman
ingrained with metal:

when each gesture
is manna-laiden, so spiritually
narrative, the soul's
mind longs for countries
of butterflies
to extend multiple wings
to seas of unsurpassed
gray -- grey the pleated
shimmers
of each day, night ignite
the swift parallels
of blinds,
madly rushing by, cruisin'
with something
beyond
compare.