Inside the court I bashed my thoughts
The way I stroll turn headway, and royal court reasoning its notion
Apart, I stand to a soaring gaze
The gleamed above I would seize, as falling star I leap to stretch
The blinding bright grasp my deemed despair
As all dazzling came so soft
And was I sat to praise
The essence of life I sip, above the chair I would glide
Soaring the world as I divine.

@Cabuanga
June 11, 2020