Golden Smile from the East




Awoken by a wind of kiss sat I with posture straight
Warmth of it rushed through, my feeble cold hand
Volunteered against my freckled cheek.
Looked I for golden roses far towards the divine north
With an investment of breathless cold whispers sang  sad, sad song;
For darkness alone showed up on moment.
With courage mustered I made an effort for light
But my poor, poor  knees refused in despair !
I laid frozen on woolen chevron mat amidst her rich blissful gay rays,
That swam flawlessly reaching to the rafters
Against those intense horrid darkness ,
At ease through shut crystal panes and quarter-drawn apple silk.
Aghast emotions could hide no more!
Still, I hoped for something magical and no superficial performance.
A solemn “hush” drew my deep frazzled lens
To the east where placed her innocent smile;
Secured with scales in  square so fine
Of lavender with sparkling gems on.
Good times lava broke open at its spur;
How I missed her to my burning marrows!
Yes, She decided for another abode
Yet determined to remain with me.
Since last night no more golden roses
But Wisdom’s Golden Smile from the East.

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