The First Quencher

*Notting else tastes so good when the elegant daylight is still at spree When the bloomingblossoms are yet to yield When the earth yawns 'may we live ..left to grin. The hibiscus now smiles in sane, the boozy sky and its lumps of bread, cookies sigh at the work of death, deterred - the lame birds sing not hence Viking's wrath dare not heart The long bone of time ..walks in the shadow of the broken head and still crept Jamie lost his entire,not bravery, not for mirth, we kept streaming o'er streams My pending thought, bamboozle us not - Oh! we have aged in days He looks at me palely Words cannot contain the dead, Eÿes, teeth turn red, I'm ... chided soul illuminated, don't dilly-dally - His silhouette has no eye It quarantined us in, before this, he did saw our way through At the scorching noon (to)fro he's our Jesus after dawn after rise From the noisy grave yard to a mute stand Like he's on a cross, we go by the strand. I grab the first quencher from the botched daylight sojourner it I've seen, it'i'l live, just out of darkness My thoughts I'll harness feverishly These glories I've seen in arrears On jamie's erratic face, painstakingly*