Back within the year’s, I go admiring once again back to the summers of my boyhood.
There were cloths of many shades every piece was tiny like a scent in the air.
And I didn’t have a blanket and it was down the fall, momma tailored the excitement together stitching every part with love.
She made my blanket of many shades that I was so pleased of, perhaps she said this shell will bring good fluke and happiness.
I caught the morning shine of sunrise like a dapple drawn falcon.
The patterned clouds and the wimpling wind felt like ecstasy in my heart.
The glow of such a shine had fortified in me like a gliding bird in the winds of the singing sky.
The shine in her eyes was like a riding riddle, through the valley of vineyards.
The reflection from her hand’s felt like a gardener’s falling maple.
The strength larger than all suspense, this lover could be my dreamy consort; She could exhibit my whole day like a shining sun in the galaxy of stars.
The ripple felt from such a vibe felt like a glossy night opening the windows through the shining light.
Feel the warmth but don’t let it become the excitement; observe it, concede it, release it.
Teach yourself to let pass of anything you worry to miss.
It may sting to let transpire, but sometimes it burns more to hang on.
It’s not something you look that concerns; It’s what you understand.