hold-on, just-breathe, I'll-be-there

through mystic labyrinth of words

that briskly fly amid the shadows,

it whispers love, togged in my suit,

[hold-on, just-breathe, I'll-be-there]

i'll be in the lucid psyche's essence

led by unspeakable parlance,

to feel composed as you were born

surrounded by the scent of stars

stars are infused in colors of the day,

well propelled in your cozy gravity,

while deep transitions of the fantasy

lop about, in allusive phraseology…