Rainfall rollicking a game, slewing from the cloudy baskets; Winds weaving tickles and driblets donning, chiming anklets. Rocking the leaves, the new-sprung freshness in the cradle; En-kindled are unvoiced feelings, chancing a way to dabble.
Stars shimmying in delight, bedecked and arrayed up above; Intones of ecstasy, spieling richly and scorned ail, sitting low. Scrooching she, the Night sky, tacitly across the quieted lake; Underneath the witching moonlight, along the all unawake.
Lake, rearing to imbibe from the luscious lips of the night sky; Crimsoning she, in the velvety veil, meeting her lover’s eye. Swooning are the moments, steeping in novel lilacs and lilies; And hallowing amply, is the orphic love’s aeonian embrace.
Swooning scent of the wettish earth; Inflames the stubbed out wordsworth. Dallying is the crisp iciness in the air; Hankering for a warm shoulder to pair. Freshening are the doting memories; As the sweats of tomorrow softly freeze. Blushing is the longtime drenched night; Beneath the veil of silverish moon-light. Lone soul minding to mellowed whisper; which the perfumed raindrops author. Moments, edging the heart’s feelings; Winging my spirit to the starlit ceilings.
In the bedimmed wilderness of the night sky, there came a burnished moon glowing high. Played along with hopeful and cushy warmth, it embraced my shrunken soul. I witnessed the acme of my blush when the glistening moonlight kissed me tenderly in all its elegance. My soul oozed in all the aura of that night beaut. The balmy sheen dawned graciously over my soul and imbued into infinity so profoundly. The mercurial and poised breeze that gestated the superbia of inconstancy caressed me mildly every now and then. When it grew fagged, it took a breather and rested in stillness, then again recreated with my brown and wavy crowning glory. When I snubbed its gaiety, it prompted in full swing carrying off all the anguish in me and swamping me in the rain of relaxation. I forthwith fell in love with those pixilated winds that stayed with me wherever I moved. The time erred from keeping its time and few ephemeral clouds looking at me grew green eyed as the shining beauty was proposing all his honest love to me. Jealousy hugged the clouds so intensely that they engulfed my glowing glory masking me from my love. And there I rested in perfect silence basking under the warmth of lunar love…………….a sheer lunatic feeling……………or mere ecstasy………… I just remained ME.