Marmalade skies making love to a ball of fiery mass
parting, spontaneous, eager from his maiden’s *****
fertile with brown-green vigor of nature

Buoyant as  air in the sea,
the sparrows poured forth the blue stretch
familiar in their parade, uncertain in their path

Clinging to infant evergreens
the morning’s dews slid past the satin beds
and into the ground so steep and primordial

Last night’s rain
hung limply in the nipping air
and is here to stay

Soldier bees on their daily march
buzzing here and there
as if the queen dispatched them on a war within themselves

I stand in the midst of all the intricacies
overwhelmed, dazed
nature’s ease has caught me in an awestruck spell

Beholding the spectacle in my finite eyes
the horizons echoed my sunken soliloquies
In all this exuberance
there must be something inconceivably greater than itself
In all this enigma
I was quite absolute that I
am just a split second in an everlasting expanse
of space and time

You're the only thing I hear,
The only thing that I want to be with,
You're my heart's Last Song Syndrome,
Every line I'm remembering,
Every you I'm thinking,
My heart is singing your name out,
What a beautiful melody,
What a beautiful symphony,
But just like a typical song,
Get lost to trend
But still a memory of you,
Remains.