kisses of stars and crumpled dreams.
Towards the big blue;
quickly with haste-
Drown in sun beams.
Freedom from spider legs; patchworked in wood,
rhapsody of arcs and curves,
launch the wind;
quickly as they should-
paint colors of golden reserves.
Kiss the everlasting worked earth,
touch down swiftly before you're lost!
until the next rebirth-
of the winds laced with frost.