A veil over fire,
Where gentle waves sweeps the sea
Or sharp reef as dark, though not unseen.
By raveling mist, unknown,
For what leaks even beyond the light of day,
Far beyond a mere shadow,
Concentrated
By thoughts not the least hidden,
And from the vast sea Within,
Sweetness and sour,
Or stunning flashes not yet released,
Should the pumping vein distilled and
Purified.
Thus the simplest peek not intended,
Though my skin be flushing lava,
Scorches me but all the same.

2007/7/14