Stochastic Cerebrations

Lukewarm drops of water leak from above Of a barren derelict well Trickling down, catching the bits of sunlight Amidst the littoral of aches at the bottom A lone daffodil lies tossed in the turbid abyss The plain beauty returns to the long-buried well. With the soft aroma muffled in the quagmire The scent lingering in the air like a vibgyor bow It lies dispiritedly in the darkness, panting for breath Expecting the fugitive breath of life When the halcyon rays falls from the heavens The nights soaks the shining light creating a starlit silent path of life Like the sound of crushed glass rubbing against silk the wind suspires overhead The daffodil settles in darkness again After the spark dies and waits. Some suggest to seize any good from the depths of the well Leaning against the worn out stones to pull up the waving daffodil Reaching for its stem the invisible thorns fires back, bosoming its foe The blood courses from the palms The daffodil sticks to a hopef