The Mystic Chat With Mystic Queen

The Mystic Chat With Mystic Queen .

Somewhere in the distant depth
 The  psychic chat is sowed ,
 Covered with mystic dye
 It itself emits ,and  glows .

My miracle!  the image peeps ,
And the mystic queen, brings the ruins ,
For Her absence the heart weeps .

The relatives around cause no relativity ,
For empty shadows they appear ,
My mystic Queen ,alone shines ,
'Lest I lose Her' -says the Fear .

She is my desert ,flood , and forest ,
My withering end ,that me weans ,
She is , curse and bliss ,
My drudgery and soothing rest .

Her psychic is bike , that runs ,
In my ghostly gloom She is my only sun .