Sometimes

Up in the air, Where all is fair, 

A bit of tear, In the seamless globe.

She’s beautiful, And shines, A glistening wristwatch, A pocketful of smiles

Glimmering, Brimming, Wings at Her edges, Asleep She sings,

I’ve always loved Her, I always will, 

For Her animals marry the world with poetry. 

Awakening sighs, Quiet and melancholy,

The world sweeps by; She cries. 

Give her your all, Then leave her to fall.