O this stream, this murmur, this string,
O this stream,
Flow me You
Flow me like flow the boats paper made few
Through the rivery streets of the city,
Unfurled by children caged in coops...
O this rainy rained morn, mirthful aloof...
Sing me to heavens,
Sing me to the cloudy even,
Sing me to silence the peace,
Sing me to Your most moist, a kiss...
Sing me to Venice,
Sing me to that moustached singer so spanish,
Sing me to Santana plucking a start,
Sing me where eternity begins, unmarred,
Sing , life as rained glass smoothened only sings,
Putting all fevers, frets, unhappy, absolute blurred...