Amidst the ploughed lands
lay he,
adored by God Apollo himself,
and adorned with miniscule
of life itself !
Plush with thorns
of life,
he lay as silent as the grave,
Entrapping his wandering guests,
with his bountiful charm
only to be engulfed
by himself !
Filled with love
he lay,
as his friend breezed through him
and his world twirled,
for , in the deep bottoms
of himself,
he saw her
who was earning to come up
only to be washed down
by his thirst for her!
so he lay there ,
forever until time pauses ,
lonely yet lively
still awaiting her presence
to quench his thirst for love !