a bestowal from the constellation above.


starry starry noct
I desire upon a whizzing sidereal, that I borne witness to the becoming of our heavenly body's autumnal equinox: this I will, without fail, commit to memory.
(fair warn: one must be prudently diligent with what one wants to covet.)

my significant other hath fallen, and in fluorine months a neophyte will hath being: yielding unbound broodiness, not to mention toll.

the shock tempestuously thumped me into the following week, but way ahead of me: she partied.
She serenely whispered into my loathsome ear.. "we count so many blessings, this lifestyle: of lacking responsibility; less we forget on where we'd rather be in making the most of where we are."

huh...
may as well be to the both of you, i'm of no more suitability of that befitting a merry Andrew: the shrillness of pragmatism- encumbered be beset with; or remanence I demur.

(three for a girl) hath come to bolster my ambivalence for hour's breath has duly been preordained ; senses a fraught, oddities become customary- unknowing will amass.. "Dr Millan has pallid hands" she says ..sultry essence I figure!?
grasping her trepidations I ask from a crepitus voice.. "can this crux remain insensated for nescience is gay!?"
indefatigably, reconciliation gallops from her character and boasts the question- the Dr replies.. "Male...

with my face against the floor lured emotions beseech my sable wishes- the fluorine month is nigh: forest fires, crooked liars and most days what is gay hath no faith.

Sunday 25 June, the agony of waiting pains me so!
obliging to soothe her timorousness I relinquish to those who can.
I maraud time's follies to alleviate my angst- yielding unbounded broodiness not to mention toll: Father David assures me- that this is part and parcel of God's creation, befitting of our ambition to covet His selfless accord.. "think on thy pity and thy love unswerving, not my deserving."

(Dr Millan enters the room)
forthcoming yet diffident.. "Mr Leslie.. for prudence Father David will assuage.
my sincere condolences."

the star sign of June was a moonless night for she was my nan who'd put up a brave fight- I may as well be to the both of you, i'm no more suitable of that befitting a merry Andrew.

Starry starry noct I desire upon a whizzing sidereal that I borne witness to the becoming of our heavenly body's Autumnal equinox..
"to the creatures that dwell in the stars above?
please look after my nan, and help protect her from this tyranny that she is bounded to- by blood and bone with no escape!
I have nothing to offer you for I am poor.
all I have are my dreams and this one wish.
"tread carefully for you tread on my dreams!"