I do not claim that the days
are the executioners of the nights,
but as for me I prefer
wandering under the light of the stars,
filtering the conspicuity of the moon,
breathing the night air...
I do not claim that the days
are the executioners of the nights,
but as for me I prefer
wandering under the light of the stars,
filtering the conspicuity of the moon,
breathing the night air...
I do not claim that the days
be executioners of the nights,
but as for me I prefer
wandering under the starlight,
filtering the conspicuity of the moon,
breathing night air...
I wonder if i will feel the same,
shake every grain in the barn,
times make things change,
if i'd a chance,i would elope it.
aren't we getting something out of it?
but a little,lets wipe our tears,
being enthusiastic is all we thirst for,
reasoning whimsically at a time,
evades all the conspicuity,
let the charm work its way,
and the chase will be over,
because we will dance together.
Utterances called upon,
To clarify emotions often unidentified,
And denied.
I expound, delighting
in
the
flow
of
words
tantalized
by
delicious
emotions,
Awed by the resonance reverberating wall-to-wall,
Wary of crisp consonantal conspicuity
Precisely placed and aptly rolled off tongues
To titivate the attendant following!