i blow you a melody of the lilies,
i send you snowflakes of the sun.

to the dusky body,
tired yet enchanted,
i pass you a vintage of the soul.

of birth and rebirth,
i have no idea.
of life and living,
i crave to see more.

to the phoenix,
her ash is not her exhaustion,
but the state at which..
all life is achieved.

beyond all night lies the sun,
yet the sky that shelters all,
is the blackhole of the night..

this night i pass you,
in a goblet of hope,
gulp it down,
and see the morn rise within..