Days fallen in splashes of ye fine core’s desire
Bequeath thy will with a luring spur to veil all dire,
Sunken with loud chuckles thy spirit pleads with a sublime smile.
Hazy sunlight hours impel an ambiance to revive life without wile,
The Innate scent of angelic allure brings thee elation of pure will.
A dive into an unending ecstasy of time
Is the zephyr that will guide thee home.
Moments glazed with heavenly tonic,
Mornings blessed with fine blue skies
Be'st the charming times of deity’s gift.
A glimmering warmth casts its lunar spell,
Sudden, like thunder its quintessence embraces thee,
Infinite sunlight sparkle like honey in inborn radiance,
Sweet is the savor of its unscathed beauty...
Thou beest untouched by its hands equates
Being forsaken by the gods of sun.
Ripples of colorful passions,
Flecked highs and lows,
Funneled thy wondrous emotions
Through the thickness of life’s fog,
If I hast one wish...
It would befit to relive thy benevolent years of glee.
