By The Way

before poetry, i have dreams with the bare ankles, i have visions with the taste of universe murmurs, i have the morning stars moaning in the greens, i have ears inside my heart that listen to a melody, i have wings mounted at a radio begging me to fly, [and i do it], to get you, flying in ascendant's triad of my sun/moon and starlights, with love's emblem and no fuss, so you can fall asleep and meet me