Glory creep often 
Where sunlit flirt a bit

Solely deep, wandering in

Out in the world of slumber

Array's boasts reflections

A fictitious dreams aborn

Shine in a flashy firm

Playing upon Thy mind

A complete figure

Rush in like hungry poets

In the eyes of imagination

Lay most of the time

Throbs draw deep

A breath to wonderful scenes

To the next ideal theme

Fantasy in glory of sweets

Written by:

~ Bernando A. Minguita Jr. ~