Sugar -like dust- on the pupils of yours.

Sugar -like dust- on the pupils of yours. Sun so clear -as the moon will never come- Ever again- You see -see not- The rosey heart Turing white. Lilies on the woody table, A lost feeling - fragments of cake- Something-has left- an apple On the floor. Clouds and stars,life has come back Again for just another dream. And sugar -like the fog- hiding the blue, Till The certain simple little thing-can't be Seen- A scent of mirage, a sound of water flowing Backward. And the certain simple little thing defined cannot be. On dancing feathers you walk, On the bridge of the moon,- smiling- As always has been. -none is so clear-