How good to see with these eyes
dreamy joyful tears like lullabies.
Grass and sea and star and cliff
-- a testament, Aloysha's kiss.
When the downward lick of flame
so wryly lifted all away:
from glossy, myhrric balm and smoke
did rise a chirping on the oak.
Joyful is my gaze above,
all in the careful hues of love.
Share with all - eternal transcendence! -
in three friends, eternal dance.