Like jazz, silver bells like ringing singing breezy flowing...

This windy gate
me gets
As if you have chosen
A jazz
Like flowing breezy a phase
Of silver...
Blowing full
Grown
As if You have already sown
Rings
Bell like
Ringing soft
Holding me aloft
Like a boy
An act of perfect joy...

And
By doing mirth
As if You giveth
Birth
To the Cause
And all reasons
Rhymy  kind
Of this flowing rivery songy jazzy life...

As if
Silvery bells
Ringing quiet
As if a Vision diamond like,
A sparkle,
Hope,
Miracle...
By
You.