Night Is So Deep Yet Longing Rest To Relax

art would tell you life is worth living soul would sate by the rhythm of hope dream awakens to guide path of journey still long grace unequaled deserves the glory. rhythm in rain sings the song of endearment yet jingles by the cornfield serenades with hope to harvest freshness exalts to walk by the blue of universe courage flounces fear to gather audacity of desire. time promises to toll curve of beauty as when carved on space less space yet i do remember what is lost in vain kiss of breeze flares on skin of green. love of mellow soft dissipates to hold rave of blue yet by the caverns of night dew falling from leaf tip soul accords bliss of silence to toll bounty of nature when silky shadow beneath needs to halt. night loses to cavern of void onto breath of white tide no more whispers to hue of blue by the sweet breath by dregs of hours whites of moon dissipates to other side of sea. red seems to disown from rungs of heart color of wine freckles to fuming shadow from scaffold of hide yet streaks gray to tell seizure of rage harrowing storm of last night. when tears of dappled silhouette mill into valley of dead moon love of joy seems to diverse beneath and beyond blossom never promises to follow track of illusion and eyes yet by heavy heart feel hurt to slumber.