Reminiscence of the most kind

Of most value ,

The prattle remains

In the deepest of hearts

Some readable , some not

Commencing beyond structural boundaries

For the poignant world

Burrows its way every night

In the mist of days

Forgoing the sun’s rise

Inviolable in all it’s perfection

wonder I quite often , beneath all

Surfacing of a selfdom

For a friendship, served well

If a little -lot-less , but

Infinite in the worlds of world

Bargain I shan’t

For these mystical clusters of a milky way

Stretched up like the ” empty quarters ”

Of the quiescent Arabian peninsula

Having left of ….. an

Imprinting of a fragrance

Merely altered by a -hollow-of-a-frame

Supposedly engaging -whole fully not .