The days turned into months
as the hues of the sun started to erode
to an aspect of the wait, the brightened rest
of the wonders gowned in eventful traits

Every flower began to awake and bloom
as every pollen justified its radiant touch
a quest of germination, a forever growth
whilst the world sunk as  I dived in lost caves

Every lullaby quietens and the mind paused
and every isolation repose is an inward paradise
where time roars to another beautiful day
inside dreams where wind hovers above

Every burn becomes a yearn of a new breath
a skin to skin of utter exploitative promises
and each night becomes blurry in a retrieve
of the me and the you, the us, the one