Before the crystal sea,
I stand with my imprisoned heart,
My nights of empty stories
I cannot find
Dreamy swans of my desire
My appearance of lingering
kisses
I want to hear,
Bass murmurs of manly voices,
No more
To think of God?
His colors,
Crystal-green-blue,
Can he be red, green-white, and
true?
As I think it over,
Shiny pink waves,
In the valley of God
Walk me through
He is tall and fair
With lots of hair
God is my goodnight kisses,
At the age of 4,
My first designer dresses
The address of a homeless guy,
Or a tiny little beggar's silver
coin
He is the dream of a 14-year-old
girl,
Sitting across the table,
Discussing in the Technical
words,
Countries of the 3rd world
Dreams of being able,
To change the whole wild, wide,
world
God is my father,
With his big brown lovely eyes,
The strict laws of my mother,
To grow up good, nice and
humble!
Demanding school grades with
only straight A's!
God swims like a rolling fish,
Diverse of dolphins
Yesterday,
He sneezed within me,
God and his kissable mouth,
Smiling with a wide-open heart!
God never cheats,
Never rapes,
Never hates
Sings in Hindi,
Persian and Russian,
Latin, Swahili and Sindi!
Can be understood in Semitic
languages,
Arabic and Hebrew!
God walks in kimonos,
Sophisticated and elegant
Smells like iris and talks like
English
He is a little Chinese
village-man,
Rejecting the ism
He re-born the angels,
As they sing the symphony of
cotton fields,
A freedom's journey,
An escape from unformed yellow
seeds
Crystal hands, crystal stars,
Crystal green gardens,
And my crystal laughter,
Essentializes the whole poem of life.
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