Christangela
I shall not enter
So sparefully fallen,
Such a carefully embraced dream.
Below this fantastic and
Dripping starlight;
Upon the fresh,
Golden dayrisers.
Let her awakenly seek under her
Mistakened, lonely pillow,
And seek far for that
Far off kiss...
She'll always know where it
Came falling from most.
These are the colours that
Shine brilliantly
When brought together,
These are the colors that dim quietly
When distance beholds the last.
