In this shimmering electric gaze, Sonatas of Lights display, truth not to be explained, how deep can our feelings be? The mystery gives us a measure at hand, and before this warm-dark pond we stand... Flames and Forms rush, changing in incessant hush, feast for the soul, longing to be touched! She sees-through with her eyes, I feel a slight shiver, a bit of respectful fear, but these ones are calm, and with joy I rest on their look... Symbols poured out of my head, in the room they scatter, pearl-dew, vanilla-stream, persimmon-pale... better in quenching my thirst-longing thirst than any ale! And Alphonse smiles, enjoying the seed of image growing to a piece of majesty.