Oil and dates
So sweet, to remember avid
The doll's and drum's, we fate
With a babbling kiss, in a hand hid

Preeminent, the couth of a night
Letting the hopeful seem, a better call
To envision a chance, pretty to might
And handsome to wishes that fate all

Promises to hurry by
Catching on character's same
When worth is to be, a clash of why
Can't a harmony seek a fated name

Fated to tell the story
Of a care set adrift
In the water's of conscience, condition and query
Forth a form of reason's, we take to eyes to lift

A thankful poise
A chancing here and now, with ever in mind
A challenge to us, the bother of choices
Adding honor, with a curiosity's kind