Room of Violet Balloons

When the rain envelopes you
With a crystalline quilt
Mixing up with your heavy dews
Are counting off my guilt

When you hear those freezing tales
Of a whispering wind
And the weeping dream assails
On the unaccomplished sin

Come and bring your sorrow
To the violet balloons
The harbingers of tomorrow
The presenters of the boon.

So you might remember
All the expressions of my face
Softly kindle an ember
The covering pungent smoke
To embrace.

The trembling of a hundred mirrors
As fragile as an orchid's stem
'S getting into your china ears
With a torn string of a sad poem

To the pattering drizzle of rice
The desert in our mouths
Clashes with a lump of ice
Mephistopheles and Faust

Thread the balloons with gold
Like the aerial beads
To see in a reflections
Each of my expressions

Emptiness of never
In the mirrors of Neptune

Hair strive for heaven
With a line of the violet balloons