Silver skies slice deep borrowing through,
An aperture of tinted darkness and gloom...

Inside an old & tattered dirty bar
Misery slowly turning into desolation...

Alison & spring shall blush a witty beat,
Lips, a divine teaser for physical intent...

Another sonnet for the exquisite sweetheart,
Lingering gasps will expose longful honesty...

A mystical soul with intricate design,
Lavish dark chocolate toned hair...

Crystal skies place me far from myself
Deep roots escape me from death...

These days are a changing,
Swept with night that are fading...

In the valley of maroon pearls,
Nature sings with perfect pitch...

Push all the bearings aside,
Tremble at the footsteps than will appear...

Let me drift into your majestic realm,
Where your land may pierce into heaven...

Dry Leaves wind around the squirrels tree,
Grass with a natural hangover of dew...

When the barley falls behind the horizon,
And the dusk blushes through the air...