Intrinsic light over the shafts of pure language,

Fire in the mind, flame over waves,

Fortunate dream of the lost coast,

Fortunate flight of the nocturne,

Birds of paradise fall gently

Into chromatic sound, chromatic plumes,

The long feathers of tropical hope,

Cast over the ruins of an ocean's swell.

The reef rises within autumnal memory

Leaving solstice [solace] to the bright latitudes,

Where vision ponders fluid arches

Of the ringed and watery curl.

Spirit feels the free contemplation -

Word within wordless rainforest catacombs,

Touching mangrove to the winged border,

Sculpting a reign of peace, a soft anarchy,

A desired motion of monastic seclusion,

A vowed silence throughout the floating surge.

A flute rises like the soft lotus,

In a dual mind, an escape to sacred grottos

Within the long, senescent island.

Breathe the high surf's blue foliage,

Breathe the purity of the symphonic wave.

The edge of a mutable mask is removed,

Revealing the gate of paradise to the heart's heat,

Deep, pendulous, and ancient desire.