I I saw a rocket above my head
shooting high to the sky
carying my name
in golden colours
within and out
elaborately

the golden sky
received with pleasure
my good fortune
whatever i do to lifft it there
roughnececks cannot destroy

cut out, mlet escape
those sighs of wonder in a wee
there is a shape, a shape,
made up of pain and desire
that lies with the
immortal God

Beautiful.

thanks