Salvador Dali's Venus and the voyager from Magpie tales.
He is with waves rubbing watery musters to his ears
every second, muses from wind and sand sieve into each other’s
soul, where it is salted to this boundless aquatic secrets.
His soul navigating through the unfathomable intricacies
to quench the thirst, as his eyes ebbed and flowed endlessly
carrying queries of his weary mind.
His dead serious colors
irritated the rainbow over,
Venus alighted to his cruiser, willing.
Come my voyager, move along with my moves
it’s not paradoxes and dilemmas that serve
it is a song from my sea and wind
it is the smell of this moment
the music of this beating heart
that will quench your thirst.
Flutter your eyes that’s dark
relax your nerves that’s rigid
and love what is this moment
splashes of joy is
splendors of life in your wine glass.