Dream of penning dulcet verses as is my wont,
but such folly bears a barred grid,
profound perfume of meandering willingness wayfarer,
immerse yourself in velvet vales extant,
idle musing. is a feeble pursuit,
the pursuit of wobbly craft,
tap into the zestfulness of silken surrounds,
relish harbours awash with mythic mists,
delve into cityscapes of ample architecture,
savour rich symbolism of facial candour,
instigate a mental purge on mental blight,
filter out influences inane ink dribbles,
pore  over unleashed universes mildly overlooked,
analyse verbal violets that taunt the nose,
let the neural landscape wander and meander gloriously,
it’s such an insightful immersive integration,
as the colourful silken menagerie ,
unfolding as if I the observer were involved,
a fated family member on a sumptuous voyage without limit,
that was prone to mystery moons,
fallacious nascent story plot lumpen plod,
wither away guiltless abandonment futile,
just contemplate vast riches before the dawn rising,
and the pearls encased in stolid  bristling hubs,
one can now amass the gleaming jewel,
that moiety whose uncanny stillness,
is the unsigned warrant of exclusion,
but then these notions shunned onto margin,
one can conceive as beneficial at some point,
a stirring chorus to my dormant pen to meet tasks,
idyllic door dynamic vessel at itchy palm a heavenly harvest,
mellifluous harmony tinged bells a caveat catalyst beyond epoch,
I shred the pages with enduring enchanted expressions my heart pounding,
an accomplice as the encouraging heart can often appear,
the suddenness of interlinking vein whose drive to concatenate mesmerises,
each receptive individual observer whilst passively or otherwise,
volunteering to exchange a listless limb lax for that glistening realm,
of unique discovery from that hesitant yet sworn voice,
covert splinter slate laneway messenger a cling to spring flag,
but annual segment timepiece has never yet become a spirit clamp