Pure chrystalline visions of amber sweetness,

Liquid watermelon angels gather;

Chanting trumpeting beats from ages past;

 My creativity orbits the Father.

Elements merge and a star is born within.

Time splits, while roses bloom in my mind;

I am quenched by the stream of consciousness,

Ecstatic of what I will find.

Light soothes me with comfort

My senses are soft as clouds and sweet as no other;

Millions of flowers explode and fill my soul,

I am blessed with miracles from the mother.