Perchance a Sweaty Brow Should Brush..

Perchance a sweaty brow should brush your skin a crumpled linted jacket strong of aroma within. You....a fresh flower..... your fragrance wafting freely.. Swarthed in your mothers steady gaze lest you roam. Her soothing voice with gentle hand on your cheek Barriers once formed now lay lax as the moon waxes Nay, strong aroma of exotic food nauseates the palate Vitamins absorbed in pellets replace masses of fibre Soaking in a warm bubble bath of fragrant radox froth.. Gentle strains of Creedence Clearwater piping forth sends one a slumber "hey!" "Wake up! Dont go under!" The cycle of the day, the night and repeats back to the circle, day again into night, a moon, a quarter, a season. Nay a year had passed like this without much excitement... Disshevelled hair combed with the hope of tommorow. Lets celebrate the future, the stars neath the cloudy sky A northeasterly wind blows in echos of fond memories.