I awoke one Morning still in My malaise
Having just dreamt of a reverie inside a maze
Romancing rainbows with a paramours gaze
As words so often require rephrase
The ubiquitous feeling of being alive
And the natural beauty from which it\'s derived
Through sired intent or that which is inscribed
With tears of those who silently cry
A monotone smile on a lively face
One that all but the sullen embrace
That which won\'t be usurped or replaced
Though reflected upon when time\'s no longer traced
The solace of a shadow\'s compromise
Secrets of an overt disguise
Each time I look into Your eyes
To see where I would wish to die
A butterfly mirrors the words that We choose
Brittle and fragile,as though meant for a muse
The dichotomy of a benevolent ruse
That leave the self assured among us confused
A random breeze on a deliberate Night
It\'s illuminant brilliance providing its light
Floating on clouds as would a sprite
Exploding as would a meteorite
As effervescence eclipses depression
And disinterst surpasses obsession
Destruction outweighs invention
And free thinking supersedes convention
The aforementioned paramour
Who\'ll be recalled in time of yore
That whom the jealous may abhor
As beauty\'s what it\'s spoken for
As a baladeer croons a song
Smooth as to set one\'s thoughts upon
The pen with which it\'s initially drawn
Awakens to it\'s final dawn
To a Welshman\'s dismay,I must go gently
Into that good night,serene and friendly
I now conclude these rhymes aplenty
Having,to My last breath,done so contently