Magical Mystery Cure

Magical Mystery Cure

Waiting to take me away from these depths,
Much has failed and fallen - sent spinning breadths,
The wise old sky extols where Oak stands tall,
Companion and guide unmoved by it all,
Reassuringly steady while in wait,
Finding cures through recuperation's gate,
Balancing far lands when mine dizzies so,
Vertiginous spell break the rules although,
They're a law unto themselves, let's not judge,
Whence magic wades-in with a sunset nudge,
Awakening the mystery within,
Through the pain let health jump back in our skin,
A chance is not always given freely,
So embrace this one - a cure ideally,
Written before the Stars can have their say,
English Oak divine kanji-esque display,
With such idyll She sways me one and all,
The day time stings and hurts, till dusk enthrall,
Resets everything, is this how it's meant?
Witness lament to realise life's intent,
That's how it is and so will always be,
Thence impossibility make dreams see -
Beyond mere silhouettes of past ways bourn,
Those of surround echoes with song's adorn,
Our place is the finding of timelessness,
Love's inspiriting rapturous fluoresce.

26 June, 2014
©Daniel Brooks-Laurent

(Written during my recuperation - the last 24 hours have been extremely hard. Unfortunately, my health is continuing to get worse.)