A visionary Sunday heralded the beckoning future;
The countless thoughts streaming in tributaries,
Each one in its own holding righteousness by virtue
Yet the daring day mystic has its own surprises.
If I shall with a self-regurgitation of adoration;
Honour the fellow bloodline peddling his way forward,
Though monetary woes do seek his course to vain
Yet still with unrelenting passion strives for gold.
Bright stars shine vividly with a clear nightfall;
The lunar constellation stout in heavenly grandeur,
But again the firmaments may cloud and conceal
Yet the adamant mortal will seek through and glitter.
    A visionary Sunday unfolded to reality
    The sage of litany in good sense very.