True looks good on you
And food on rice
Tastes like butterflies
Dark green and blue
Seven sky windows to look through
Changing altitude
Holding scarlett
With ends of your hair
Like the shimmering andal
So warm to touch
Like folded in handles
From pulling water up the well
A pink blue sky grows closer
And some how or another
Love's a waterslide
A mountain esophagus
Delivered from the core
Of the very thing you run from
Flying so high to see
The macrocosm of you and me
Eagle point of view