I saw in the desert, your open sky
I saw in the desert, your open sky. Smiling like a crowned princess, playing cards with angels.
We have ran through mountains, like the world knew our name.
The clergy has agreed to anoint our love outside time.
And now a moon has passed, fruits have reached maturity, water bodies have immersed into cooking pavements, and fall has become white powdery balls of lint.
In the passages of weeks, I have watched the walls in our nest-sized apartment turn pale from jealousy of our mirrors.
Gracefully poised to capture, luminescent beauty.
Your words have been carried by doves and sold to the finest lyrical salesmen.
Not only I, but the world will sing your soliloquy.