Light beneath the dark
Early the wide arms later to embrace
Here I lay, closing my eyes
Clasping, unfurling, housing a buttress of rise.
May the time wreck me
Like it did in vision, when i called it mine
Like January of please and April of behest
Like murdered I, in thy so called shrine.
If cloyed my tongue, overrate rose thou be
Dare to keep, later dare dies;
Hark, hark to the singing heart
All I claimed as ‘This Poet Lies’.
Tenuously none fly high
Against my wit, let i quench my candour
All it needs a sight to see, oh to see a seem
Dare to dance, dare to gleam, dare to climb; I dare to dream.
In a glorious dawn of moon, ebullient my glands may shout, as I believe in the age of Unicorns.
In the consequences; sombre might shadow my light but all it sees my dares to complete and rest it mourns.