Sonnet 03

Now the emerald moon looking at me Thinking my life is poetic picture I sing, play, go, dance, write and I can see The kind, nice earth is dumb with being sure Never missing the old days what it is Truthfulness and love, both were in the past Floating and floating, the green perfume, she's Long crystal in my mind, the great things, last Still poems, paintings, pieces of music Living together in the weary days The sun slants on soul, and it's fantastic My breath, itself never pays, never pays A sum of money for God helping us Oh, the inn is the swift one like a bus.