You did not forsake
my eyes in lake
The wider circles
in line footsteps only hide and seek
the cleansing of the white dress no longer stained
the line my left hand holds
a map of the Garden in new Bloom

cast away my cocoon moon

I ground my feet and sit below
a Tree of Life that lets me know
a Poet Seer and seek no more.
The House of Dreams
my twelve hearts dusted
casts no shadows only Light
of fireflies in Summer sync.

I ride the garland bubble’s garden
the octave and the spheres
show me the way
in this new stage I come to play
My graphic Soul the tune has listened

My cocoon moon is set away