- - My Stella - 97

My Stella -97 - - Life beyond - An unexamined life is not worth living, An untrained mind is not worth nurturing, Life is a sorrow, and fantasy full. The vibe of this heart fails to weave a song of mellifluent rhyme. The sun rises and the wind blows, Twittering of birds with budding burgeon, The soft fall of petals with touch warm and indulgent of mushy moth, Overt not my heart for life to meet, drink and to be intoxicated. Existence is full of annealing madness, Severalty of this being is the alienation of This boundless and timeless beauty Oozing from every pore. The sun, the moon, and the symposium of stars vast, infinite and grandiose, The sky prodigious above andstartling Watercourse, The night and day and seasonal solvency with regards to abundance, From micro to macro, a deluge of wonder work. The way is beguiled by facetious fantasies, blurred the vision, and slothful mind in sickly Limbs, stemless and infirm by time. The diamond that wast lost amongst the pebbles, Shining through thine eyes, full of love extraneous though seem itto this ashen heart. Drawing of life, overflowing there in thy Maiden mind, the boat disheveled by legionary stroke, by freaky reflexion of bygone past, In the womb of surpassed naught, Needs caulking. Weakened by shrill, violent way of tempestuous inaction i lostthe grip of my love, Thou wert the quest of this delirious heart, Sanctum of this tenebrous temple. Life beyond may dawn when we meet beyond This carnal Nature.