Lunatic Sinatra

There was a touch of sadness A moment there came to be missed in time Words were given in turn to portray the absence For a portraiture of moments unforgotten behind A mystery hides beyond the enigma Truth within grasp yet deep afar inside It felt meaningful atween this lunatic sinatra Harbouring unrealize sins to be realized beside With the night to chill this dreamless dream Love of its true origin can be realized What it takes is to simply embrace the sins And moments no more need be fantasized An unfounded freedom engifted to creed A comforting sorrow enveloping yet to yearn Those of blood worth sacrificing to bleed For the sins and the engiver to soak as one to learn It cannot be told how it begins This portrayal and betrayal of realism Yet a moment nevermore it remains The sinful moments of time in lunatism