A BASKET OF FRUIT

In front of me is a basket full of fruit

The lusciousness of nature is mine

If a nymph could come with his flute

Then all will become, purely sublime

And if I close my eyes to dream again

Of a soul that can unite fully with mine,

Then let me be filled with a liquid  gold

And let all burn and melt in fiercest fire 

Let the lusciousness and liquid absolve.

Trish 2019