Viscosity;

just.

Close your eyes.

Unlighted abundant plethora, was it a blessing where wishes could come true? 

Do I swing around like the dancing flowers and birds,

Faithfully, I've put my hands on my face, 

Only if I could've hear the screaming voices,

Rambling in likes of stones and flies.

Shame on me if I would never atone,  

Cold emptiness brought flowering stokes and rings,

I would've only been frozen by the fire,

Deeper brown and of ebony my heart fades thinner,

There it was, a paused explosion.

Fairer soothing and raining of voluptuous texture,

I'd write myself a letter, an ample one indeed,

Indignity sings within my throat and I dance, 

Thinking got only more bitter, 

It was all splendid dreaming, I smiled in that reunion.

Author's Note

grammar, wordplay, please do excuse. any feedback would be deeply appreciated.