Might I have been more insightful, I,
Could have long ago ascend to sky,
With passion and with ardour;
Love upon her grandest route,
As sunshine goes it's gay commute,
Through purely enchanted hour.

Might I have seen, to save my self,
Would have put my spirit in good health,
That I could seize the day;
Erasing sorry yesterdays,
To paint landscape of spiritual wealth,
From which I had been astray.

Dreams could not have been enough,
And Paradise like in Van Gogh,
For which I did not have the sense,
But in visions my spiritual recompense, --
Doth batter down my soul's fence;
Whose weeds dense, I lament.

Eventual victory begets a shrill,
An immortal, unassailable thrill,
Endearing to hungry hearts.
I was enchanted all at once;
'T is the way of spirit's dance, --
Defies a devil sent to ****.