Larvae

The night precipitates I'll sleep I'll die by the light of the moon And I'll dream forever wakeful And larvae in some butterfly cocoon. The light precipitates I'll wake Pollen embossed with fields of nectar I'll taste the holy liquor of eternity. Join winged vessels with a spectre They've whispered, as my collector. He, whose gardens are heavenly captivating Their body, inner drowsy emptiness Fulfilling, longing with pardoning. The night precipitates I'll sleep The light precipitates I'll wake And dwell upon the one flower Born a windbreak; as a keepsake.