Tiny ripples glide across a lake aside a secret place.
So simple it seems a majestic machine intents my sense of taste.
Savory waves caress my mind and lightly touch my nerves.
Something seems to sound a lot like sounds I've never heard.

Mini membranes make a magic image in my mind.
Names of things are melted down and molten and combined.
Mysteries mound and dance around all placed for me to find.
More and more I watch them all and all of them unwind.

Rays of orange reflect a river, running into a beam.
Rolling around their natural sound surrounds me in a dream.
A rational response subtly haunts and nothing's as it seems.
Rows of roles repeatedly see and let me in their seams.

Vibrant visions vex my view as I inquire the moon.
Venus laughs on tiny graphs in the vital time of June.
Leaves have left while leaving breaths of vast and lovely tunes.
I see behind my inner mind and hope to be there soon.