If heaven was standing wide open , Remember that late loved vision. Creator evokes galloping beauty - ancient and new Golden image was a white horse...
Fear flies seeking far Celestial palace. Wane, my life with wild September gale, Drop with dusk that fills the Godly Chalice And jewels the sky with...
In a far off dream in passion soaked, My Quietude stalks riverboat Silences her horn. Thoughts Like words in London, Born from empty mouths. Walk on...