Childish wind plays with chimes
In a scarred, burnt red sky,
The smell of night is near.
Your silence is broken breath
With lost concern you gaze upon me
Coming first in my dreams, my thoughts
Locked by gentian dewdrop eyes
Your appearance remains unknown.
Aroma from translucent skin scents the crude air.
Your gossamer features captivate me
Starting with the glow of you bald head
To the gleams of your tattered feet
Abstract wings illuminating you angled body
You always leave footprints in the transparent garden
Presenting me with a violet from glass fingertips
So, you sit, perched
On my window sill
As slumber entangles us