Frills

Clouds

Have come down to my neck and my knees,

Like frills

I see my frozen brain in them, once heavy and loud

Now floating, relaxed

In them I see my world, covered.

Soon it will rain,

To celebrate my last tear dance,

And then

All monotonous beginnings

Will end

Every bit of my world,

With a new and fresh focus

Will plough and reap

Harvests of love.

Golden theories will wither,

Metal pages will vanish clear,

Lifelessness in the broken mud will disappear

And I will rejoice in the leap.

I will marry my world,

I know the world will kneel

For love, with my misty eyes

Let me enjoy the frills.