An Unthought Idea

-An unthought idea- Under the dark shadow of black ambergris in the darkness of the night, With mind full of pain for otiose joy, Life is in front of the eyes. It was full of joy and sweet time to quench the most of the leisure, The room of being. The light, the virgin soulful voice that adorned the bowl of being now underground. The moving cloud and the dead indifference of the Sun and the Moon, The flowers that bloomed with spreading hue swaying the petals in the slothful air did hold the glory of love and painful joy. No death no air of dying dream hindered the way to untouched mile, From forage to firmament, andfrom Moon to luminaries vibarnt was the form with each juicy mite. The heart that panted with joy with fast fluttering of the wings of the fly, Rushed with instant access to possess the glittering naught, Lived with empty belly but heart full of the days with glittering stars, The smile in the face of the familiar one and occasional squall for nothing now underground. Life that came with much hurdle deceived with thin veil to indulge in its prime.