Silent mountains
Unfurl like petals
Look, how the Earth blooms
Oceans settle
In the lap of mysteries
Droplets with a silver moon

A buoyant bug
Feeds the freedom
Sleeps into a carefree night
Doubts his name
And the shame of love
Old flowers have set alight

Thin movements
Under the lines
Conjure a colossal shake
Witches steal
The crown of queens
And taint all the fairies gray

Tangled roots
On passion hill
Suck the potion of darker kings
Angels hum
A song of  mystics
Believe ye all ye may
But trust not a single thing

by

Amit Howard