The sweetist of air,
ever so fare.
Destiny wind,
grandparents unkind,
a simple little wish,
for time itself to rapidly rewind.
A mysterious journey,
one left mystified,
a little boy,
left to cry,
dangers revealed,
right in front of the eye.
Connections to evil,
connections to love,
connections to truth,
a connection above.
Loss of appetite,
to weak to fight,
unwilling to take a first bite.
The sweetist of air,
but yet ever so hideous,
life has given him,
a bite and kiss,
curses, blessings,
and little bit of bliss.
© misty Sapphire