Sunflower’s break through the Ice

In sunflower heaven
wandering stars
burst finely defined
spiralling lines.
Forever stone arches
with hidden and secret paleness,
in vast marble gardens,
with a stretched yellow river.

Ascending gold pistons
and wordless red trumpets,
purl liquid ivy
from thick to fear.
Synchronised traces
of aped smiley faces,
layer the tunnels
in monstrous bass.

Red and yellow droplets
form kaleidoscopic spheres
weep every colour
as patterns on glass.
The whole scenario
repeats in response
to each conversation;
transient at last.