Distanced by beach,

But still in reach,

Oasis is nigh,

Under blue sky.

Spirit holds hope,

Mind nixes nope,

Will steps toward,

Prayers plead Lord.

Now, *sigh*.

Why?

What is ever true:

Murphy’s law on cue.

About to quench thirst’s ache:

Trembling hands and lost quaigh. ; )

Das Fenster:

A safe place,

With a view,

Separates,

Scene serene,

That is seen,

By op side’s,

Fremescence,

And fury,

As not there,

While sill’s sun,

Blinks at cries—

Moments to,

Empathize,

And cherish,

Freedom from,

Sounds and sights,

That could dull,

Soul’s hopeful,

Bright milieu. ; )

Meow, I told you this cat did not have a fever, so if you elect to proceed steps closer with that electuary, I will scratch you until the meds are replaced with unaffected tuna feds. ; )

Duckling of sea and land, curiously cupped by caring hand, expiscates an escape not great, but grand. ; )

She longs for a spontaneous bloke,

Whether proper or a picaroon,

So she charms her potential suitors—

Bending desires like a little spoon. ; )