A loony tale #1

#Sorry again. I do not know how poetic it might seem.

With all the thirst that for years I built,

With all the years of pain

At the end what awaits is a sudden death

Death to end some days.

For days a few I shall hold thy hand

Hold thy hand all ways

And in those a days of no wise man's talk

And in those few a days of no walk

We shall feel it free.

I walked alone for many a years

Many a years I searched for you

Many a years have passed behind

Leaving indeed gleeful days a few.

The skies ahead have golden beams

In the seas their cloaks now shine

In a distant world of light and bloom

I reckon the world is mine.

Let me sing it loud,

loud aloud

The calls that are my own

For never again shall this day have dawn

Never before it shone.

Out there where the breeze stops,

Just three steps from this line

Let our strides by slow and soft

For our calls may never align.

So, let's kiss the skies and earth

Let us kiss the moon

For in this oil of light and dark

In glee, I may go loon...