By Shaping the Verses of Sonneteer's Ballads.

"I do not wish to reveal the sense of poems through description"

Oh! it gyrates,
An endless giant, bounteous,
Erupts as Volcano, abducts as a breeze,
In the waves of universal motion.

Oh! it chorus,
Holding the string of pearls,
To the everlasting opera,
Unto the path of ashen.

Oh! it enunciates,
Approaching the silence of forbidden voices,
In the aroma of gentle touch,
To the unseen soul.

Yes, it's neither you nor me.
Imperceptible transcendental sustenance,
Heading our form into formless,
like sublime in subtleness.

Running wheels may never rest,
But I promise to find a home,
Where you'll cruise the shade of ledges,
By shaping the verses of sonneteer's ballads.