Another day beckons our presence
Before hours fade away into dying light
So far away I suppose no predictions given
We return cherished possession once lost,
As consideration of human honesty goes
Without saying we do prevail so it seems
Among unlikely random evens transpired.
Later another day, we intercourse again
Through previous internal exploitations
So utterly entwined the night before
Our bodies enduring compassion,
Now through the forest of serenity
Hours persuade us to go onwards
Agile shadows linger within the heat of day
Through peaceful serenity gardens linger
Pedals glimmer, roses of desire penetrate,
We fall in love, flourishing in these gardens
Always now mediating in quiet silence
As no predictions for our future,
Until then vanquished by another day.
