The Yearning Shine

Glamorous it is to peep from heavens.
The night folks neither sleep nor rest,
I who beseech however to unearth,
A venture that is new to feast on.

My sight to north guiding, shinning across the mountain tops,
Hear me the night folks!
Lo! dost ye hear me!
Oblivious pray of mindful,
Two of the mankind out in a parish;

Embracing, griping, clinching and leaning.
Enthralling scenery it is that one shall yearn,
When one crept the other dost;
When one rests the other dost.

O’ heavens it was a sight I pray a beautiful one,
I shall be fortunate had I found one;
In a thousand, million near to a trillion,
I shall not beget to devour such magnificence.

The two then doth to the rivulet,
Ringing of jollity as they were with no other;
Is that what contains within their hearth?
Is it, affection that confined in their veins?

For all I learn what they have, must be mistaken,
With convenience to loath had it turned wrong.
Save for the last breath and holding that contemplation;
For the ostentatious beauty to see how the mankind loves.

Would one pursue love and leave the rest behind,
To obtain such worthy.
Oh heavens, spare me not from such,
In spite of my ability to acquire that ‘rare’.

I may shine vivid with my sensation,
Though it’s incompetent to what they share;
All that penetrates by the hidden might..,
All that pierce all hearth, I sigh!