this hurt has halted.
sweet sunflowers grow over missed graves.
my fears have changed--
the wounds are edged with silver.
this magic has been found,
deeply bounding a heartened spirit.
it is expirential beauty crying
catching my tears in a crystal cup.
in is unrejected feeling--
explosions of my ambrosia
placed before you eloquently.
it is the fact that EROS has come--
brought me usefulness here and there.
a secret ocean to explore
a sea of no regrets
a Pacific of my own!
and he knew why my dreams
are sometimes underwater
I kiss you in the sky,
the boy with the golden bow.