cherish to the gain

listen to the sound...

thy click of the fall..
shall never be on...

thy weakness of the day..
is the remnant of the pain..

thy jar is futile..
thy rear is true ties..

prevail thy mind..
over the feelings of the blind...

thy sequence of the trials..
will begin on the triads...

when thy water is blue..
thy mists are true..

fogs of may..
brings clouds of dismay..

the joust of the sun ..
will bring out the rain..

thy cockpit of the ship..
is closiong in the heels..

thy time of the limes..
will bring chimes to the mind's..

thy salt is dear to the helpless..dear..

thy goat of hate..
shal never be embraced..

thy whale of love..
is cherished by the dove's..

thy feeling of adventures..
is the result of solemn seizures ..

you don't know when it will appear..
nor the day it will heal..

thy shame of lies..
but the glad of the truth..

prevail again..it shall..
but never again it will last...

cherish the moments ..
that are passing on through..

treat it high ..
but not sky-high..

or thy humiliation will pull through...

when thy moment has passed..
and the raisins have cracked..

the lunatics... of the chair//..
will eat on the table with their mouths full of tear..

miss my friends.. i shalt be..
i didn't treat it high that why i'm writing this for me...

hope i remember and see them..
again in our recoils and then..

we'll believe the moment's..
that have passed...

but not cherished..to the gain.