Abyssinian Gladiolus

The sunlight faded the Abyssinian kings
And gladioluses our daydreams are made of
The moon wept over this loss of shatters
Silence, decadence and painted empires

The woods unfold the poets wearing flower crowns
singing the bewitched plainsongs once again
The melting current throws the colours
To the hidden capitols under the lake

The lips of mysterious origins
Shuddering waves of bright alchemy
No different than dices between tossed worlds

And to ask the prodigal beach: how do you grow
But neglect the abandoned colours
Of the favourable gulfs of transcendence