Magic of July

Tidings of frolic visit on the year's seventh piece,
rendering dull and gloomy to oblivion.
Hidden desires find an uncurbed release
whirling to divine tunes in a harmonious union.

Savoring each sip, a moment a time is the flawless wile,
heeding to the calls of heart, only decree.
Omens capricious appear lurking to beguile,
tending to them, for what is feared is what sets free.

Pursuing the love that life bestows,
consigning greater though not all returned.
Befriending the self for a needful repose,
For in solitude are most doctrines discerned.

Trailing paths stirred solely by the instinct,
when outcomes matter less and exertions make the count.
Adorning the charisma conferred, however awry or distinct,
possess the freedom to err, for that is the enigma paramount.

And above all to believe in the miracles of creation,
for this is the faith that unveils marvelous prospects vast.
Each day uniquely decked with boundless elation,
abruptly July slips into the past, but the magic does outlast.