A Poem

A Poe-M (The morning I felt the sun in the mode of Lip sync, In feeling in me and my mom) How are you, my cello sun? I got a tremendous deal. Just in need to be blissful, in the best counseling zeal. In an ever happening, ever expanding popular culture! A sunlight chore is a sun danced floor! A meticulous tuition fees in prepping door! And, can you even believe that it's a pronoun without flamboyant need of uttering any possessive roar! A connotation through indemnity acts! Pairing up under military chores! Taming hands in raising bands in crazy ways of brimming tears Of a shining brook grandizer look in the morning door! How are you? I almost felt you. through your prophecies, and I simply wished, if I could be that fingertips for an emergency service voice in a stuck elevator in the thirteenth floor! Your inflection is overwhelming, ice-breaking in the prettiest croon, and I am the baby and you are the service chore! Ahoy mates! Met so early, with the easiest floor! Phew with the curfew chore! But, as you know, legacy of time has earned some fears in modality of rejection, I have same issues my friend, O Houston! There is a problem! And A-ha! I roger that wrongful discipline is Persevering in ambiguity Too much there, in a lingering way, too much more! A shrugging realization through these days, that I am losing my vision completely! My vision was the test score often near to perfection in every eye exam! Alas! And it is no longer there! No more! Yet there , O Yeats of a promising time! I have a perception throughout my life. I still can visualize the dark angel, dancing on the spinning time in the frozen center, where iceberg are a pop-sicle with pseudo effect of moderation in influencing coldness in impervious floor, one way or the other! And She simply scolded me to be wishful in my thoughtful effort that I am wise enough to leave early during Magrib time! There! There! A Nay-Nay Fossilized time In a Foe- sealed tour! Version of a need of time In inheritance in discourse of time In the safest contour! And we both surmised As she had the choreography To be programmed Airing on the very next day, the truest protagonist around the happening time! But I moaned and mourned, every single day, after that! As, in her negation, we pondered The prophecy of culture has it's own cult of testing faith labelled there too. You cannot deal with bad apple keys in graceful daylight saving zones! The omnipotent God is without need, but we are not! Our supplicating hands are still, Just bring your sunshine with the truest bliss Think of me in a rejecting grace Where we tried there within a truth cruelly visible for the further most! When we both knew It never work that way. So, at least find truthfulness within. Earn Thy Grace in Your Innermost Soul! Take care. (Sending a song of prayer variation!)