An Afternoon In The Golden Field

"I love buttercups as they shine in the golden sun...oh my!! don't they look like sheets of gold in the sun?"

Tossing in the breeze,

Shinning in the sun.

Bright heads of golden butter,

Dancing to wind.

Gleaming as they are in the field,

So nice, so bright.

Moving and grooving,

It is a flower, and not butter.

Sit and  let it bloom,

All around  my cottage.

Honeysuckle, lavender and primroses too,

But let it find it's way, 

To spread its glittering gold..

Oh buttercups grow, grow and grow.

Knight Fallen For The Queen

Retired for the evening O’ Queen,

With the heavens reached to its zenith?

For majestic of darkness will never fade,

Till I shroud myself first.

No end to this night’s flaring of aurora,

My queen, emerge to the endless shadows;

For I shall reign tonight.

I misplaced my slumber,

And lost my assiduousness.

Unable to unearth the loss,

I meandered through thou world..

Opened my eyes to see my everything;

Awaiting for me,

In thou arms.

O’ Queen! thou conquered my heart,

Surrender me thou compassion;

And I will bestow it with enduring love.

The stars, the constellations, the moon,

I will erase, if I can;

To bring Spring into thou verve.

My destiny will not be whole,

 Lacking my reunion with the other half of mine.

 My feelings are the way thou make me feel,

 For all eternity..