Hold candles to the flickering night,
wavering between worlds,
wading wild words,
shifting sea-signs,
to send smiles like shimmer,
simultaneously shaping
aquarelle horses
to drown desert.
Mirage (waving) withdraws before
oasis scene in kindred glance.
Heartbeats
(sounding pummel)
soak into such newly shown shores,
which straddle sun rising
from sandy slopes.
Alighting (somehow)
chakras cumbered by countenance,
saturnine ships, and silent seasons;
heart-song
beats spring time,
and candles hold to the night, flickering