Amidst the mist, perchance!
The besieged me, accentuates..
gamboling at that ephemeral glance,
The demure Soul for a moment, eluates.
Defying every dulcet wrath,
with my erstwhile prudent..
eking out, what I ever hath,
ineffable! yet a halcyoninan incipient.
I ride astride now, towards then..
from what is lurking afore,
groping the gossamer, to a glen,
where emollience rise only to inure..
Categories:
emollience, identity,
Form: Rhyme