- -My Stella - 93

- My Stella-93 True song of my heart Thy message of love dilly-dallying travels to me, Thy love unconditional to this heart lonesome and celibate, The waves with inward flow total and full, to this single heart delighted with rapturous No sound. The gleeful message of applause of being in life for years, The thoughtless living in the seed of life, Witnessing the ups and down of this existing Selfless empty shell. I am indebted to thee for thy graciousness, Thy bountiful harvest of the elixir from this Inglorious, wee being. The howling emotion and storms of life and death, The cold face of extreme deepness, Pointlessness of living, The ocean full of tide yet moveless within its contents and sways withfullness. The sun is setting and it's light, ductile and limber spread with rosy hue. Fluster of waiting potential and muscular is gone, Witnessing to demise with calm, stoic fall of dewsfrom flooded buds. Thy words of love, grace and favour, Like sound primordial and primal, Within my conscious self. O stella, pulsation of this glacial being, days artgone before thy holding these hands, Silent pilgrimage atbeating harborage. No flower will bloom, no bud will doom, at my passage no stream will pause. Like diamond with sheeny song of unsaid words,amongst the pelagain heaps of My undue will, Thou art in my breast a booming innocence, Song of eternal statuesque.