Happiness In The Galaxy ©
The sky spits its silver light upon the quiet, auburn soil,
I, a thirsty flautist, try to lick all of its color.
My heart throbs joyously like a drummer,
Echos music through the comets that whizz by...
The moon fills my aveoli with amber cold,
The planets whistle lyrics to my soul...
My tiny universe blazes like a happy flame.