This faded gold
Mountain road leads –
I am in the process of
Flower walk – progressing south –
Night of blue silk and brown timbre:
Each land has its depth.
This most spectacular creation –
mountain pass peace –
Sweet wine in the wild everywhere –
Shepherd’s Death of
Distilled Sweets –
The colour of the night,
silken touch, brunette and blue.
He was confused – and trusting ?
His ears lost everything;
forest music thudded on the ground –
Jasmine scents settled in gold