A stroll in the dawn

The sky had a mild morning tone
Picking was as finding as guitar lilt
The pitch breaks within intervals my mind
Fairy fantasies of midnight
Piercing in the dark course
Frightful illusions of terror
Sheathe, come the blossom
A gay,sharp and flowering lily
Tent by the blossoming
Mush sinews less enthrone mind liberty
Cowardly spinning
Crippled opt to spring
How beautiful are the wills of a man?
Froze in folly
Buried in piercing fantasies of ignorance
Adrift in value
Great ovation accolades great soul
With eyes in the interior
Beheld the sunshine in the dark
Won the medals
Strung by positive imagination