A view of an Irish turquoise-blue sky knocks on the crown of my forehead for a fresh new start. Neptune glazes, and the drizzling echoes delight my mind at divine perfection. A moment of silence is observed as rain kisses my chin, and the prayer begins. The tempest and the English capitals wash the contemptuous lies and regrets on my cheeks, so that the reminders of uncertainty are under control, my soul and my mind align in the power of concentration. I appreciate the World and the creation, whilst both my hands gesture my gratitude for the sublime cold of happiness. When I open my eyes, the gaze of your blue eyes from the other side of the pier gives me a sign to celebrate my birthday at 3 am. Long white dress, the heels of juvenile footsteps fathom the reasons to stay present in the third stanza. My heart races as your blonde hair touches my forearms, then you start the countdown, as you cover my eyes with your cold hands. Thank you for being patient. Thank you for waiti...