A Poem About Kaien Cross and Myself

Kaien, My Sweetest Fountain

                                                                  Kaien, My Sweetest Fountain

We ran between the sublime sonata of the burning eyes.

I murmur tomorrow between my crepuscular rhythms.

I shan't care dreamily before your crepuscular leaves.

You are my singing but yet still cashmere clarinet.

The rain drops have rose's eternal fragility.

The tryst jumps, your rolling hills ponder the back.