The moon invalidates her light,
Stars gambol: butterflies in flight;
Colors fade in re-materialization,
Images blur in a new constellation.
Straight lines twist in a gyre,
My crystal eyes turn into mire.
The sound of a guitar reaches my ear,
My mind strings a note that’s rather queer.
Stars gambol: butterflies in flight;
Colors fade in re-materialization,
Images blur in a new constellation.
Straight lines twist in a gyre,
My crystal eyes turn into mire.
The sound of a guitar reaches my ear,
My mind strings a note that’s rather queer.