Driving for length at dream’s in abundance, a visionary forever to placement in wild address, my palette. The breeze a tendering to dramatize your incomplete drawing for crumbs to canvas. Berries came not without chance, the gift told in worried forevermore, my lover to a troubled soul, them to your canvas. Tears came not in flight, sarcasm belong to the door, a make believe, romance in threading to the underscore. It was last night, and cold the warming embers coloured a clowns tear. Sweet to a flame igniting flight, vanquished the morning set to them on-fire, a replenish to they. Languished to a return sight, had found the brisk cookies, my disastered paint, empty to hold, with a longing for the word’s, a wish goodnight, your wont without condensation, to bear, uphold with gleaming eyes, to a cookie i ask not the canvas.