Twelve Travel
Damián Antón-Ojeda
The green of spring chrome of rain
Rain is the stone blue
Together a rich harvest, swirling
I took you deep in the twelve travel
At the edge of a mirthing cliff
And you spoke the purest words
Words like the falling rain
And the bright red wood
And the burning yellow sun know
I love you
I love ether
I love your rain
I love your rose
I love your sun
I love your ether
I love myself
I love my ether
I love my rain
I love my sun
I love the sun
I love the rain
I love the ether
And I love you in it