
Sirius is the South Star
The prettiest rainbow star
Glowing with the sun’s halo
The brightest, biggest Dog Star
Chasing the chariot of Apollo
From the sunrise to the sunset
Bringing the dog days of summer.

Sirius is the South Star
The prettiest rainbow star
Glowing with the sun’s halo
The brightest, biggest Dog Star
Chasing the chariot of Apollo
From the sunrise to the sunset
Bringing the dog days of summer.

When a thirsty wayfarer
sees an oasis in the desert,
And a weary sailor beholds
the kingdom of shore distant,
the joyful tears of the beholders
remove the stains from the chamber
of the hearts furious of grift desire
And return them to the tender hearts.

For all those years gone by
I can’t just look back and
say, “They’re gone away,”
For all that time, I lived
Liked, hoped, cried, laughed
With five faces of a fool;
Still dreams I dreamt before
Are beckoning me smiling
Under a diaphanous veil
Of luminescent moonlight.

The hoofs are galloping
The wheels are racing
The Sun Chariot is nearing
To the end of the horizon;
The day’s memory follows
In a sweet soft twilight
With pale hues of sunshine
Reflecting on the windows
Of the beholder, bidding
Time return from yesterdays.

Hollow cheeks
Sunken eyes
The #gaunt poet
He may look,
Passion fills
His heart with
Paramount excitement,
Truth quenches
His mind with
Imperturbable reason
In his Palace of Soul
Stone by stone
Prisoners of Reality
Against the minions

The wandering
Rainmaker
A stranger
To her power
Invokes ever
A benevolent rain
Of inspirations
On an arid terrain
Of imaginations
That are blocked
In the Acheronian
Wilderness barren
Of wordlessness.
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