Around the view of a rendezvous, relayed a heartening scene:

Reflections amid warmthfulness amid diminishing between.

One ave sounded the milieu by flute while another chirped a shawm

As played tonics swelled twixt spirits, meloding stories into rom.

Arrived to face relit hopes whilst also shadowing pasts of pain,

They left abreast as robin sang them a harmony to remain. ; )

Between dormant domes and quarried queue, limitary lines lost their hold as she rose like loosed lava, breaching the order to follow suits whose purpose was ever to redact the emergence of luminary leads. ; )

Some thought it a fluke that a fin-ish’s splash could have presented itself so gradely, but, having performed perfect tense, such an attribution was ever on the horizon. ; )

Bend it like Beck’s ‘hmmm’.

…

Limn it like a trace-faker.

Tap it like a skull-waker.

Hear it like a thought-taker.

Bear it like a bone-shaker.

Love it like a skin-raker.

Feel it like a heartacher.

Light it like a friend Quaker.

Style it like a self-saker.

Vogue it like a muse-maker. ; )

Kris crosses away

The start of each day

Via ambulation celebration,

Prepping her stepping

For eve’s weaves

As a noctivagant intrigant. ; )