In the beginning was recreated the heavens and the new earth. This is romantic and blooming white roses at the moment of creation. Her face is nirvana and the stars bring glory to her countenance as the suns and planets. This is legend become myth. Now is her blond hair through moments of recreation and nebular romance. The lords and princes are here bowing to her grace, forever in her lucidity.
This light in awe of it, waters and streams flowing electric and saturated in her mourning, light on rain in waves falling. Here are spring rain poets on the nod. Here are trumpets from ancient city states playing her tone. Blue and green in lovely romantic gloryesque ceasarian grace. The writers of beyond dream the notes the sails to the beyond dream lands. So here you are in her face, hands, eyes like strawberry fields laying down looking up at the new havens and dream...blue. Fire and romantic burns looking at it, Faust and also Macbeth and lords of night. Beauty. She is the genesis and the revelation.
