Sanity we compare
To a lemon hiccough, so salty...?
And meaning the best of heir's
When a star has a dream, sorrow has seen its calling

Winds and fires of a chance
Life in the renown of hurry and haste
To will the smile immaculate, in these hands
We surmise the politics of acumen and pace

Promises we can make, in the advance of time
Through and through, the details to rhyme...?
Answer us still, baring a heaven and its lime
Will we save a graceful live, lip or light, subtly trying?

Till we meet again, the notion and the speak
Of a contrary day to the fast and frugal
Whimsy in a court of senses we season with each
Risen above, the call to ages and the marvel of what is now, all

Look a king will say...
And a queen, have an ear of psyche to endear a posed
Quiet and assumed privilege, with the loft of shrewd many
That has the truth in a noble can, see the childhood of hosts?