Wisdom of Zest

(smirking, yet)

Indetermined grace for the angel itself,
Like pixiie dust, i kept it tied with me.
Yet, they say, Sol rises in the east,
But, driven whenever to wherever by winds
Of time sailing over sea of rivalry,
What i saw was blue moon's evanescene,
Reflecting itself on my way to the horizon,
Never ending voyage, nor the light ever faints.

Wisdom of zest was my mast,
Wisdom of life, the anchor.
Clouds at climes suggest it is gonna rain,
I, to be on guard, counted the clouds, they changed.
Pushing all it can, the storm, tried its moves,
I sprinkled my dust around to sail above the rain.

Author's Note

hope, be you, smile, unchangeable; it's the journey on your tides my life, never reaching one good destination, what else could be gained; i'm unaware sorry