Lilt

The summer rain has nourished 
the soil of life ,
the efflorescence of love 
In dawn's early light. 

we plant our hearts 
in sunrise lather,
that arose the mondegreen 
of serendipitous clatter.  

Beats are mellifluous 
a self-orchestra dance,
creating harmony 
in the hosts of romance . 

Oh, how fate does tempt itself 
like a game of cat and mouse,
​​​inevitably it will succeed 
in it's search for us. 

And the stray winds blow 
through the tunnels of fire,
a path to suppression 
of an illuminating spire .

We stand armed as many 
two hearts bearing love,
defending the devil's attempt 
in denying us. 

Beats are mellifluous 
a self-orchestra dance ,
creating harmony 
in the hosts of romance. 

Viewing the efflorescence 
of dawn's early light.