Stars A fire 9

Nine burning stars at Nine sun down- whether at dusk, the moon rises beyond the sun. When I think of you- there are fiery lake beams dancing unicorns in the blue whites of your luminiscent eyes- mortal, not an angel, but yet so divine- how at tis moment I can't niether mime your mind, nor count the time. Is this love of women? Or perhaps, a Doe Sa hermit in beata solitudine- in the stark morning break dreaming of noon day of Heaven the 7th Paradise of Heaven. Dream of Sunyatta of Blue and White Sky!