Ever felt the tender kiss of a sunflower?
Her scent forever bound to remember
It’s soft petals rubbing against your cheek
Swaying to the lyrics in the wind like old lovers
As it were, alone in a field of dreams.
Every whisper, every touch chronicled in your hardback.
Old wine in old wine skin I would never pass.
A rich elixir swirling in a wine glass
A wealth beyond kingdoms promised with every sip
O permit my being a journey through space
Power beckons at the very tip
This world indeed I sure must take.
What about that old timer?
Once fabled to have traveled the world hopping on one foot
Knitting a web of tales for his journey to suit
Pray tell, what I must expect on my journey around the world.
From his satchel unbound echoed words so profound
“If the world it is you must go around
Then the kiss from a sunflower must surely be found
Never forgetting the tales from towns in the clouds
Then riches from the old wine skin might just lead you to the crown”