When I behold the furthest shooting star
I wonder then; if best this heart be too
and beat beyond, where time and love are far
and leaves behind the maze, some lover drew.

Then I imagine space, as void of pain
and place my racing star on course to there,
that swiftly 'rived would heal as fast that came
dispose then back; into the Venus' lair.

Tho' love if idle long, is worse to reign;
what kingdom rules a chest without a heart.
Then take from love, is too that grief shall gain,
no shooting star could render this apart.

Tho' take mine briefly where no scar is known
But have then back; to grieve in lovers' own.

Let view your form now in the mirror's eye
Your words of thought, are none that match to mine
As yours speak blemish, wrinkles, ageing by
But I see true; that youth and glass align.
Reflecting that; of springtime glow of May
Arrays of buds are none when paired to you
And first your glance that welcomes me the day
Were first to shine, whilst sun; the second hue.
Still have you won, 'neath all of nature's lush
A beauty signed your birth with binding deeds
And out the sunset still; your redden blush
As tho' your face onto the sky it feeds

Know now you are as were when years were fresh
Ah, see! The lines have gone from out your flesh.

O' sandy shells, o' sandy shells; I know
Why pearly armor 'neath the sand conceal.
The whisper tells, the hearted tells of woe
From windy lisps, begotten ears then seal.
The hush foretells, that love foretells, of pain;
A grief that hollowed clams, collect and feel.
To ease the spells, that love-lost spells refrain,
That lovers old; with broken shells, can heal.
O' empty wells, o' loveless wells; rejoice!
As by the sea; the tiny shells will steal
The burning cells, the lovelorn cells and voice
And nestle where; nostalgic sands congeal.

Yes lover's bells, O' magic bells; let shine!
Turn not to shells, like many shells of mine.

To when the lark shall sing me down the crust
And plant my best, for best you gave in me
And will; no coffin carry then my dust
For yours that blooms within, in death shall be.
Then from such love would sprout a blushing rose
And pierce the soil of bones to eye my stone.
No seasoned force compel your love repose
As when our pairing winds; had sought and blown.
Complex the flower's dye that shades of red
That spectrum meet our love of first to new
And tho' I lay in mine own final bed
Into that sunset find and live that hue.

Tho' each a drop you shed by way of grief
Shall too from rose then fall; a petal'd leaf.

the springtime sun is zenith near the noon
caroming ray-beams twinkle tips of dills
and stipple violet limbs with specs of boon
that sparkle lime upon the yonder hills

unvarnished whitish patches paste the sky
azure befriends the fluffy glands of spring
as watchful father plays and hides the eye
then bides no shade, but back the glows it bring

far choirs of nimble scouts forage the plains
a southern breeze resounds the chirping worth
which sings to beats of rustling; newer gains
orchestral music plays the mother's mirth

the floral rainbow births a budding maze
how baptized! richly soils that hue the lobes
an honor flowed with winter's snowy glaze
for waters were the forest's frozen robes

a flower's cycle lends to thoughts in own
that spectrum grown and splayed; shall too within
partake in growth for life that's vast to roam
and plumes from sprouting wings shall leaf herein

this castle built has walled the inner child
as whispers gasp to breach, but pierce no steel
for father brained that lungs are voices wild
that mouthfuls aren't a streaming bile to wheel

about this throne is ringed a wavy moat
no sand to crown, just swimming bait to dwell
to catch the Venus tongue for none can boat
as sails are none to search the misty shell

now cunning are the roses; leaving trails,
of red tip petals pruned to meet mine eye
and she from out the haze shall tap her nails
then in the window shield, and out my shy

tho' thickened armor mazes; brain and chest
the fairest shall then solve and twine a nest

O' how I miss and mourn for mother's voice
That swiftly passed like Autumn's southern breeze
And took from Spring one less an Angel choice
That left my heart amongst the fallen leaves.
Appears the blossom tips were seeped that pain
As petals shader dark as love in mine
It too resounds in all the bird's refrain
As tho' their sadly tones; has mine assign.
Ah soon will summer rays then pierce my mourn
And shine that glow to when I lived a child
For mother's love is where my summer's born
And out that love my own has since been styled.

O' mother, yes mama I miss you more!
Than all the seasons brought and past before.