My tounge is the will of the sky. <br />Son of the pregnant dream of the river. <br />Adonis multiplied in the mirror. <br /> <br />Echoes of paradise. <br />Butterflies fluttering. <br />The dancing waves are exhausting, me let me swing amongst the stars.<br /><br />Vincent Silvertop<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/let-me-rest-amongst-the-stars/
