The Afterglow

Iridescent particles in the light
A dress of dead leaves
And puzzles made out of clouds
The song that birds sing
In the hour of deep twilight
In the mountains,
Snowfields reflect the sky

In the afterglow,
Look who's at your door

Wind whisperer, notice the trees
A message from the first strokes of Spring

Mercury in retrograde
The void of the sleepy eight
A universe in my head
So hard to concentrate
Call upon Jupiter

Beautiful perceptions
Violet sea
Roses in the morning
Name them after me

Dress of dead leaves,
I put it on for him

Particles, like thoughts
Suspended in the light...



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