A Rising Sun

Midnight after yesterday’ pasted part past.

A beginning seeded second, Will minute tick.

As night does approach waning shadow hours,

Where a rising sun, Will broach dye pastel hues.

Dew draw upon pure elixir’s medicinal potion nuance.

Shades living in meaning, amid nature vibe expressions.

Tinge soft songbird sounds, amidst harmonic tranquility.

Wherein a rising sun, one fathoms wrought heartbeats.

Sun shaped buds, dew awaken whorls, anew Poet Tree.

Each day’s Will, does bring future fruition to reap yields.

Wherever expressions breeze amongst vivid vibrating verse

When a rising sun, branches a new path amid life’s journey.

Dost thou live backward frames that dither wither to wilt

Aged in shriveled spirits, prune preserved in plum memories.

To Be trapped, in what was, will Bee no more, youth pliable.

Baring a rising sun, in desolate deserted, set alone - isolation.

Life are not closed cocoon coffins, nailed in lifeless emotions.

Seed thy soul by shedding dye re tired meant, dire dearth pyre.

Mon a Amie la Poet, live life lyrics in spontaneous composition

Sung alight a rising sun, when life blossoms thy owned Poet Tree.