The Rays and Lines of Hopes and Wants.

there are these..wonders,

slumbering through the slope of a ray,

shashaying with another of its kind.

it takes a little of every move away,

its might seems simple,

the conundrum and joy,

lifting with its spirits,

another soul divine.

alas, the day passed,

with little scope to hay,

apart and withered,

with love and more to bare.