The Message

as today is the day to harvest the moon as I am reasoned yet to blossom by the dream the golden sun to the sky the day I passed by is lost to dream again and day ahead of mine is not yet mine absolute as cruised by the wind I embrace the day it whispers me of the blue moon as when etched secretly into the sky when sacredly revered by the faith of love I simply addicted by marijuana with the waves in my blood I razzle in oceanic blue as I do exist upon the milieu with golden dusts in my hands the very dusts of the passion across the depth of desire of beauty and bliss as believed in the eternity seems to ingrain in trust as I move into voices eternal melody seems to be bestirred by love you simply aspire me intense being blazoned by the desire the footings when rocked up by the portraits of time I slowly detract from the grip by the faith of earthly sojourn