CELESTIAL LIVING

If I was to write about you,
Then look at the snowflakes dwindling down,
From under the hills, soft mountains,
About your pale eyes
Of snow and fire.

If I was going to write about your ideosyncratic composure,
About the rivers that empty down from your riveting affections.

If I was gonna describe you using one word,
Say your beauty like the glittering stars collages,
Like luminous colours,
A peacock.

I would say this,
The horizon disintegrates by your body,
Emitting the lava of your passions,
As the snowflakes subtly settle on your pale face.

You still sing when the song birds have long travelled from home,
While the penguins in pairs,
Black and white and blue,
Beautify the seafront.

The shadow under your mountains,
The appaling glow that caves over you,
When the starry night,
Reflects under the crescents probing light,
My desires flare towards you.