The ocean blueness—fades further into the deep
A naked eye—in the needle hole,
threading old skins of past; to sew away
The present self being a stowaway.

Sheds of tears—falling from time to time
The grounds washed—drenched in eroding thought,
as the tears of an experience's memory
I've experienced so many things.

Beauty that is glorious—beauty my eyes attestor to
So seen is life—tasting all bitter sweet,
heeding the stories; touched by them all
Scented by intentions: to vocalize beauty we'd recall.

Swivel politeness—coupled by lessons from progenitor
Wisdom must be kept—holding immense value,
spoken in tongue; lips impart to succesor
Should it flow naturally in life: to your success sir.

every night,
i hear your countless chuckles,
echoing in my room,
they are my favourite lullabies,
the reads your stories to me,
the best bed time stories of my life,
the stars tell tale of yours,
in the flickering flame of my candle,
i see only your face,
the white fairies murmur your name in my ears,
and every ruck of my bedspread,
is an attestor,
that all my night,
i think of you.......