- -My Stella - - No 39

- - my stella - - 39 I cherish thee day and night. In the morning when breeze ceased blowing, the flowers made group tolaunch a new brand of redolence. when birds shooknight's amorous indolence making cooing in their nest full of air, when frosty dew made a thin cloud upclomb the trees like canopy, when thehumble bees crawl on dew- fed green with their stomach full of delicious dulcet, when a band of tunableminstrels gather on the pasture of sylvan lea of the quintessence spouse ofknowledge - bliss -absolute - the being, when silence seems to shoot music mystic in theblue brine of bottomless and motionless sky empty and thick. when Love's preternatural, erie lay trills in the synagogue of heart, I arise from the dream ofthee to cherish thee in toneless inception, tippy noon, timid twilight and undying darkness.