Temple Poem by cristobal obregon silvertop

I feel, i think, i see, a star which is a tear of my lovers eye, that falls in the sea of love, and the wind carries the news of the resurection, and the new light, beauty.The fruit trees are full of fruit, and delights as I fondle the fruit fill me with hope that one day we will quench our wants, and i will show you the sweetness, and then the bitterness, of this sumptuous, garden. And we will eternally smile at the sun, but the night and the stars will be our comfort, and be free to want, with the disk of the sun to quench.