The soft touch of your skin arouses
like a canopy that serves as my dwelling.
Everyday, the dew fals in it
how I nay must sway;
Oh should I stay still and be purified
by that which pours upon like miracle
astoundingly within the pinnacle.
Not yet as they say
for i must move like any sage.
As the winds continue to breeze
henceforth I too may move on.
Go not to where the tail of water ends
neither nor the edge of the cliff;
stand and excell
for thou has withstood the test of time
thrive in pure serenity
so as not disturb the forsaken valley.
toddle with gaity to where
effigies of the sun and star converge.
Indeed, euphoria is alive and well
in this desolate oblivion where we still stand.
My Aeon is now empty
My land is now impovershed
All is left utterly futile
But somehwherein time
I might shine like Aurora
Tis where everyone must go
As you and I rest
