Me an alien in generated with an
exotic torso amid a green-eyed,
avid robed crowd, vain prospect ,
exhilarating the atrophy of shoot.
Birth and death my companions,
in the star cluster ,Pleiades ,my
blue,dazzling ,array of seven stars,
my celestial roost of inception.
Tipsy in transient mirth of cycle.
Fascinated in beguile ,to incarnate
in the abyss of beautiful blue marble.
Abandoning my scintillant beau .
Exuded the astral twill ,plunged
into the adventure of infernal
scheme,full of exhausting surprises.
Navigated into the world of insanity.
Grave genesis howled, violating
affiance of an aeon to millions.
Enslaved in this noxious relics,jovial
in reminiscence of your nostalgic consort .
Your infrequent visits strayed as
flashes ,debilitated in this sequence,
but mellowed into a platonic entity,
As ablaze, impending a buoyant exemption ….
P.S: without Estas Tonne’s music this poem is incomplete