Finding the lost Poem

Everything has its meaning.
Out of the blue the fat lady sings.
The cow, I saw the cow flying over the moon.
Oh well, it did look like one.

Time, never could define the meaning of that.
For me, it’s just a word.
Time does not pass by immortal souls.
And freedom sets in.

The playground opened.
The swig fixed by the old man, the grass is green.
The children can play now in peace.
Take that frown off your face, give me a smile.
There you go with that beautiful laugh.
Truly precious.
I would give everything for it.

Her hands scented like a thousand roses,
Her lips with the taste of passion fruit.
And her skin, her body, no flower nor fruit in the world
Could achieve such eloquent scent, no smell more sublime.
Her hair looked soft, fresh and untouched by any given hand.
Purity surrounds this divine creature of the heavens.
Subtitled by the marvels of the earth it self.

All moves slowly.
Clear and revealed to eyes in sight.
Rivers filled with life, spirited.
Savaging in full grace and pleasant contemplation
Of drops of rainy clouds from eternal blue skies.

The beats of loved hearts substitute the tears of sad
Moaning faces. And melted fairness on the rocks.
With blueberry apologies of untrue spoken words,
Caring for any broken chain.
The sweet and tender have given all in.

Do not rush, for any given Sunday is yours.
Do not blush, for any given word is felt.
Do not touch, for any given move is in your arms.
Do not much, for any given dream is here.