Not often, but as of lately, I have dreamt of daffodils and daisies whispering unto thee angels and of my god, vaguely
That symmetry has so stricken the sky, justly disjointed behind my broken black wings I dare so to fly
Radiance to bloom among the vivified… jewels ignited thusly amplified, thereby among my eyes a lovely treasure lied
A gem which gleamed, causing heaven to speak, and thereupon said words I had a vision alluding you unto me…you…
The light illuminating a revelation healing my crippling perceptions regarding petal-ed pretty tulips painted acrylic
Thy lips and thy image infecting my tainted mind, forcing my fever to subside as beauty is to be more so prioritized
My dearest Lenore, reborn as Lenora, I am raven if I am nothing but…however in a former life I quoted thy name,
Compelling the world to weep, and for it to rain…a bit in vain… for blessing bounce bashfully bearing bliss
…Be-loved Vesper…
Nevermore, was I to wonder in obscurity as with your innocence the twilight that haunted me lifted… my spirit shifted
Hereby, what too would stand among these flowers…envision if you will, a living art that reminded me of you
Imagine echoes harboring divinity, shadows exalting a wakeful entity, urging me to live carelessly thus aimless
Senseless are these daylilies impulsively captivating the moon… shatter the sky and beyond the firmament is only you
Around I go… lost to a muse and, so to a madness shouting music, while willfully whispering violet… “I simply adore you”
Rooted be thy euphoric substance…magnolia brims from the deepest part your idealistic essence
And I withholding a forsaken message hid such things among the stars…however
Look, galaxies in the distance are revealing a rose-lit nebula, purposefully embedding such wonders upon your eyes
Fairly, I dream of nothing more…rightfully, I daydream of a pearl-plated rose merely bewitching my humble soul
Sighted biblical…the sight of Eden unforgotten by a sinful man…a garden cultivated to imitate each flower in view
My midnight dreary gifted a giving amnesty, she the sunrise alleviating the evening tide, purified a tinted hue
Ah, such vitality…life in actually, thine angels shall sing of your ethereal name forevermore…
And evermore thus, my enchanting sun ray…ever so, until the sweet plum tastes ever-ly bittersweet upon thy lips…
– Renee Verona
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