A Reposit Glory in Prose

In the nightshade of my glory, I find, I miss the reposit glory of my honor upon the slave of my morning mist.  In the glory of the sun, I find, I miss the morning dew upon the bee drip of honey upon the blue of the mountain sky.  It is upon the lips of the Beloved that I find, I miss, the reposit sunshine upon the glory of the truth of wisdom.  In it's belief that all men are created equal, I find I miss, the morning mist upon the sunshine of my mind.  It is in the morning mist, that I find the morning dew upon the glory of the mind in a way that delineates the mist upon my sunshine.  Upon the hilltops and valleys of the morning mist, I find, I miss, the morning sun upon the nightshade of the morning fields.  In the valleys and caress of the morning sea, I find I miss, the morning mist upon the sunshine of my visage.