My Stella - 20

- - my stella - - 20 she walks in my self A girl simple and straight, plain and naif, On the shore, Walking careless on littoral coast for something obscure in the murky glaze, her open tuft like a raft against north wind Was floating, She was liquidated in the hue of the setting star. A girl in a lone and half furrow land, a night in a bright light. Beside a rivulet and a grove of wilderness, and a oozy land of honeyed bud and blossom, She mutters a debonair of love in silent sound, Her eyes like a tear - flushed mountain top gleams in white cloud. On a slope of green stone, windy in a thicket of mist - soaked bud and burgeon and a cloud of petal and a bed of half burst bloom and sprout, she sleeps in a lulling muse. On a dust clad native path dissolved in far away forest alone she walks, The stretching arms of sylvan bliss happy to have her, daughter of bosky bank. Her eyes glitter in joy unbounded and her face reflects the glory of the sun. A girl of shadow divine and unknown to all visits me in the solitude of my being, Kisses me to sleep and let me go beyond time, glimpses of eternity dawn to my earth sucked soul and I live in the cave of painless deathlessness.