My Central Sun

I breath in your hair oh my beloved thought

I stare to the far north..hoping to catch a glimpse of your tiny spectacle

I look up to the sky, hoping to see you sitting at the pedestal to thee I have accorded

I hold out my hand and imagine mine clasping yours

I look up to the trees and imagine the magnificence of your look

I chose to believe that someday shall it be

I refuse to let the idea of perfection slid through the narrow perception of far-city

I think of you, I dream of you, I'm inspired by you, I believe in you.

I reflect and curse the tongue that us separates

I refuse to be caught in that hurdle

I work and work at mastering the far western tongue

I aspire to have a flowing converse, taking in your beautiful dialect

I constantly imagine crossing that conversational bridge

I see myself on thee side of the bridge

Holding you and dancing to the universal human language

Singing and dancing to the tune of love

I long for thee, my central sun

I embrace the grace of your land for harbouring ye love

I long for thee philosophical inspiration

I open up my tentacles to thee I embrace