Luxury

Luxury

I love a little pleasure in the trajectory of the sun;
The day brings imaginative treasures like a Lotus bun.
This fascination extends to the realm of the supernatural;
Luxury is something I strive for within the preternatural.


Ambrosia like natural is collected by bees in the hive;
I wish to sup off this elixir and feel alive.
My imagination creates a palace out of my simple home
Love beckons me and a fantasy gypsy makes me roam.

A misty morning draws near my vespers;
Daylight masquerades as Lucifer writing my papers.
Moonlight looks strangely like a platinum disc;
Breathing in the ozone becomes my daily risk.

Castles of water vapour surround my fantasy life;
Boring politics force me to abscond from strife.
Time strides impatiently through the cosmos;
Life surges forward commanded by the biblical Amos.

Champagne, candles, perfume, flowers and sumptuous food
Manufactured by monks, brothers attired in the hood.
How much do I miss my little boy?
I dreadfully miss the exquisite joy.

Veronica Juliet Toth