That which may be considered a peeling

Is not, in fact, lost of state appealing—

For though initial sight incites heartbreak,

Breaking of beams will permit no art brake

Because as the passing of time reins blows,

New waves’ nozzleman turns up the rainbows,

Illuminating each where of a wear

So that heeding healers are now aware. ; )

As daylight’s drop

Prompts sleep to stop,

Feet floor for clop

To brekkie’s chop,

But due to flop,

Eat’s bites do stop,

So to tuck-shop

For muffin top,

Then back by hop

For couch’s plop,

Where such a swap

Earns nap’s new op—

Still as brights pop

In wakey bop. ; )

Lilidh, loof lifting longing’s laid lean, lets lips lovingly limn leading lady’s lost lore, leaving lured listeners luckily, livingly luminesced. ; )

Friends,

Returned to isle

From other while

With

Accounts to share—

poteen, Astaire,

Love

Home’s comfort space

Veiled in missed grace,

That

Upholds the fond

Of with you’s bond

Long

After the whence

Experience

Lasts. ; )

Some lemurs are dreamers,

Who wish to leave tropics for a rock fix—

Discounting trees in which to be laze-sunned,

Hoping for hopping across a bergschrund,

Passing on she-sense in an upfront role

For girl-power ventures ‘round northward pole,

Opting out of nocturnal seeks for snacks

In pref of impressing morn’s breaking tracks—

Some lemurs are dreamers,

Who feel too lost away from swevens’ frost. ; )