Blue skin

Midnight and,
drinking the last cup of tea
and the tea-pot that empty.
Thinking about my lord: "Thou":
-Love miracle shining now-
Crossing timeless with thy dream,
over the life's river stream.
Thinking of thy blue skin,
dressing with light of tangerine.
My wisdom's angles are curved;
to be in thy love deserved.
Beg thou let me touch thy feet;
Let the tear "thy fingers" meet.
my life is a fancy lie;
let me leave it, let me fly.
Spring 1998