Myrrh bearing Lake

In the Myrrh bearing lake dropped the blanket of the Sun
and I lay down beside her and breathed.
The vertigo that I had in my eyes faded
and the gurgling waters woke the prophecies
from the dry cistern,
from the hot bodies of the stone forgotten tears
flooded by the many beaks,
irrepressible rain turned its neck
and wept hail raising dust in her ornate hair.
In Myrrh bearing lake at night the sheet shares her secrets
and confesses love and chaos
motionless in a shallow sand counts crabs.
On her back stars drawing a face
and blond hair and night flowers blooming
dreamy colors and creeds.
In that breath falls and hillside
making aside the flavor of the weather and the throne of God
because happiness is alive.
Inside its lilies, hot coffee, awkwardly couples
caressing and kissing
and a sandy beach to sink by the blue sky
small, free clouds chasing birds and kites.
In her warm embrace the nebula of the coffee store frayed
And paranoia grows
beside two spoiled heavens.

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