Demiurgic

 Dear moon for you to know - You are the ray of glare   that forces my eyelids to open the doors of it's   vision  everytime when I want to embrace the   melancholic terrain brimmed in the cold, silence   and  magical sensation of night for it breaks down   the lies of day, sorrows of past, thoughts of future,   emotions of the heart and finally grab each other's   hand to melt deeply in the grave of the core.  Thanks to your spark that enlightens me with the knowledge of my own reality , for making me caress my wounds so that I could jump into dawn with immense vigour, hope and vitality after every stardust of dark solitude amidst the souls around me.  Thank you for all the unsaid words of wisdom flicked upon me with your gleam. For evoking inspiration in my heart's realm with the silent rhythm of your cold breeze to embark the beautiful journey that lie ahead of my destiny. For being the lit of my life and the soul of my words when I embrace the lifeless paper with the

 In a home named week lives the seven dwarfs  In immense joy as lively as elves.  Sunday  the eldest is the leader of the abode  A soul that snitches the days  in an ode He wear glasses and is  wise as an owl  A lil befuddled who pronounce advice to all And I call him Doc the Proc.  Monday the great comes next  who's arrogant as a beast  But brimmed with love Hidden in the heart's hive  And I call him Grumpy the spunky.  Tuesday  the next in line  That can't heal with time  Lie all dull as rust  Shower  neither rest  And I call him Sneezy the queasy.  Wednesday  rings the name now  All  coy  with love for snow Love to hide every minute  Always in a game of self dispute And I call him Bashful the gashful.  Thursday arrives in vigour as rapid  Cheerful ,  tender ,charming and lucid  A face  with smile as sweet as honey  With pinky nose that blush with harmony And I call him dopey the homey.  Friday comes  to instill peace  In the form of a comforting  place A heart as drowsy