Conversational calligraphy, belletristic blooms and blueprints,
Decorate the passing moments with a smile,
Words of flowery profusion, in the silence, between the lyric lines,
It’s a brand new day, to be embellished by salubrity and style;
Mellifluous mimes and melodies, legato lipstick smearing rhythmic rhymes,
Smoothly flowing down the faces of a dream,
Songs of bridled acquiescence, beneath the verses, within harmonic times,
It’s a brand new day, to be composed from variations on a theme;
Evocative strokes and sketches, swirls of watercolor redolence,
Painting rainbows across reflections from the sky,
Upon the canvas of creation, shadow glancing, brushing through the tears,
It’s a brand new day, to be depicted as our spirit drawing nigh;
Phantasmagorical steps and lunges, quixotic motion of delight and fire,
Well choreographed curves and contours in the night,
On a floor of fascination, dancing sentiments of sweet desire,
It’s a brand new day, to reach the stars, and make the things we want from light,
It’s a brand new day, to reach the stars, and make the things we want from light.
