yet the night ruffles in its shadow br when so cool being swooning the green br in lap of the spring or of summer, br chilled winter or all together by the autumn br still the blue when blows by the passion br yet honored in the gleams of love br br whisper when cajoles the moon and star br to behold the lily in its glow by the arm br the arm of embrace when chained br all flairs and glares when blossom by the ripples br couching upon the glimpse of musk br as when stashed in the furrows bestirred br of its colors when untouched inward br even by the glance of meteors unnoticed br br the palette of hope when raining high br by the souls in unison when heavenward br speckle of silence reveres the blue br when twitches the lips evilly in undertones br in the dark by the imagery of paints br when suffused by the tipsy nightcap br when gleamed from a distance yet apart br br the solitude of midnight’s spring br when walking in its wider strips of tunes br still swarf of shadow when curtained br by the screen of lustful light by the eyes br heart still robes the veil of desire by the spume br even when bathed by the raining spree of spring. br br sun in its scotching furore flounces the earth br thrashing it bitterly rueful like hot bitumen br over the pan of fire smouldering the shadow br melting all blues into fumes moving upward br when stressed by the reeks irresistible! br the colossal mountain of endurance br yet flexible by the stress of taste.