As I Sauntered In Thy Hour Of Azure...

As may thou hear ye sound of the echo from the lofty mountains of some distance, stand I beneath the cherry blossom, beholding thee smile thy wide wide smile. The art there contents of concern, and I am anxious. Betwixt ye winds bearing the petals of some daffodils breathing beauty, 'is ye peace of only a moment that am I hurled with. 'Twas this light yesterday, and 'tis ye twilight of the same kind - the glint of some fading fire everywhere, and is my skin caressed as the evening befalls us all. Thou see, 'tis serene in me ambiance yet, does dwell some dark hands oh, so grisly! and to must, I pity, so pathetic! in me.

And there thou stride, on the dry maple leaves, must hath they fallen today mourn; indeed, must hath they for was I aware of the movements all around me at ye midnight.

Wider is thy grin now and rests somewhere amid ye wrinkles of barely a perception of mine, a shy blush on the skin of thy cheeks. Art thou elated, and times art hard for me, and am I unaware, so so unaware...

With thy eyes too closed to behold me with bewilderment coercing a poker face on me, and despite thy ears too captivated by ye rustle of the green leaves, I want thou to know - is there the entirety of some uncertain movement but, stand I completely still; is there fatigue so incredible, and am I tired of these uncertainties of such futility but, is there stillness still...