Intertwined within the yarns of lightness
Are the madly approved flecks of love
Such specks detected as the morning rises
In retrospect the once most absent prizes
Most circumspect of circumstances
He dances to the tunes of others loved
At once a mother, a sister to a brother
A lover of the gathered few
In the fog, in the rain
The strain of thoughtless motivations
Grey skies, brown trees
They leave with his mind still floating
More hoping; coping with his words
Presupposing the readers will observe
Be overwhelmed by his verve
The swerve is more than welcomed
His nerve swelled he retells
Of the lovers drift of consciousness
& with this fading shout
The flickers of doubt are smothered out
