Sunshine Cloud And Midnight Rain Poem by Enchanting Owl

As a few moons were walking promptly into the realms of Coon's age,
The artist's impression clouded my ethereal cage.
Sunshine cloud is my virtue; midnight rain is my anthem.
I want to reminisce each day vehemently; I don't want to be the victim.

How I wish I could stop time and moment for resuscitation,
To mend the aged wounds and see the diamond radiation.
Putting the memories in a parallel timeline,
to unbind the river of tears and soreness; my outline is my new skyline.

Depression is slithering and crawling like a deceptive snake.
Grief leads like a king with a crown of thorns that offers ache.
Chagrin eats the ebullience and ends the indecision.
Anxiety comforts like a friend with a hoax facade—these are my old visions.

Contagious smiles on each face at every accomplished achievement.
Sparkling eyes to provide intuitive appeasement.
Glittering sweats for accomplishing nonviable missions.
Keenly ears to listen to sound solicited guidance—these are my new vision.

Those were genuine moments of euphoria, downs, and success.
New mentality is a must; I'm a moment-obsessed.
Hot summer is my blanket; cold winter is my pillow.
Only have one life to experience such a time before I close the window.