ROSES OF THE SKY.PART 1

My misgivings'hazy eyes are something like the gullible gull fed by coral's red than this trigger at catharsis whisked at my moonish heels,tis the scary snow be white to dun her breasts,for blackness to grow at its heels and obscene cheeks not a scented in delight,for the breath of my mistimed reeks,tis my melody a pleasing sound hath heard for a goddess gait that grouchs on sandy ground.To bridge lacuna as wide as heaven's shore.These sourest deeds,lilies hardly fester smell far worse than do weeds.That though thou art black as hell and dark as night,radiance in thy enrobe thumped thee brightest,for every radiance as attention seeks,that never a fixed mark looks its tempest,shakened to stun a wandering bark,frollicking with unknown gloss,for untramelled height taken when rosy lips fondle love in time's timeless sand and space,where no time space,bent over its sickles' compass.When in dissonance tribulated wanderlust wandering with hypes of fortunes'sordid eyes.Not to beweep exile's outcast to snop bootless