Cherries in my flesh
Sticking like diamonds
Made of stone fired dirt

Eating bird beaks
In a time of death

Forging life in dreams of
Universe folded in spirit

Of space
Abundant of cherries
Dead in apperception

I'm so very joyful
Collecting moon stars
Freedom of footsteps
Is not too far

Many stars are sunrays
Color of la mar
Stretching time
That's not too afar

Solitude is my only air
I fight for trophy
Of summer visit to Trafalgar.