#EunoiaExpress

Eunoia, be my plea, decree we heed,
Bereft, yet sweet, these scenes we see.
She weeps, beseeches, "Ethereal dream,"
The evergreen, serene secret theme.

Fleeting, but keen, the essence, felt keenly,
Ethereal elixir, forever, only elides.
Ephemeral, these embers seem,
Seem, yet preserve the semblance, serene.

Severed, redeemed, the element,...