On the Bedouin of soul fire I write upon blossomed, tangy oracle coals and scorching sunset petals
Therein lays my heart, my mind, my soft, tangible words
Like dipping lilacs on brimming lake beds shining beneath a moon’s glow touch
The page, a blank-blackness above, now lit by star dust and magic wishes
A pen’s aphotic dance dwells on within its empty spaces, sketching midnight dreams born upon twilight’s bold, rosy, and slumbering song
Touchless hues arise undaunted upon an eternity of atmosphere
It is here I join boundless, heavenly, and eternal night skies
Kissing a magical thunder of bright Milky Way