The highly sensitive spark

I am a mournful-sublime spark
gentle such elysian seraphic wings
a glimmer that flies above the delicate homeland
I the twinkling come from balmy Luther's stars
an orb which is enchanting-comfortable

the paradise full glitter persists not far from me
the lights are hanging – a proto-marvelous seal
I am in love in the august magic mirror

the nicely sensitive native country
wrapped in my glow of sparkles
I delight in the warmth of the eternity
because my guardian angel flies for the dreams' sake
infinitely far

I will become now a bewitched moon
a superb-svelte spark-like boat
that brings muse-like dreameries
in the angelic worlds

I am never blazing fiercely
such a blistering purgatory
I am glinting only sky-high
I dream of the paradise
I am floating because of the enchantments
and I am sending poesy always *(ever)

I am enchanting genial glimmers
pending in the ontology of daintiness
I am going to become the purest metaphysics
I luxuriate in the ethics of ancient times

I want to be dead by no means
ad infinitum to dream – to recall the dream
not wrangle with the dreaming sparks

dreamy – enchanted
eternal – fallen in love
invented – delighted in the being

leisurely home land giddy with sparkles
tarry dreaming and musing in the delight-times of muses!