Coming In Weavings Through

Where their waves come close together in
With their clear light burst of eternal go
Of the endless clusters from the far spin
With drops of light and colors enacts glow

Bright and busting through its eternity
Flowers of dazzling brightly falling mist
All of the nothingness from the deep sea
Lurching forever in transient magnet gist

Times of silences - black and whiteness
With their many being that vanishes through
Collapsing its circles in wild speed caress

Coming in weavings through invisible and new
The blossoms of incessant going space blooms
Each in their dimming light nocturnal booms