(zero the title) part III

early mornings when sky-flame has his music
she'll be there (songs) like pianos
guitars & many wines
horns go birds
a breeze of golden leaves & truth
circles
always rounding & smoothing perfect stones
washed in tears
weathering

you just can't tell the difference
her angelic eyes call
she's like a lighthouse
instantly (ships fulla) hummingbirds appear
on this morning's crowded & immaculate waking window
tomorrow the same show will open up
handing out this here

she'll be flow
wearing it like that
curtains dancing on sand's dreams
gentle & castles
having every mountain
in between deep pools
where all colors wash & hope
smile & touch
warm light