The seabirds fly amid the clouds
and all along fear naught to pray
accompany the autumn shrouds
that deference the rain's ballet.
Define me in their source of gray
where sky dimensions sting like thorns
with flash and thunder to convey
rain's irreversible trace sworn.
Beloved your picture here returns
before me blooms' faint glowing light,
some prominent September's ferns
and primrose scents define the night.
Up there our songs recite above
obsidian crags of granite glass,
noon's scents and railleries of clove
and breezes that caress the grass.
Our forms on orange tulip field
join evanescent feast in dark
the scents become night's silver shield
and we depart on three masts barque.
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