Moon line on the sea, waving sailing poles
the subtle sound of bells and their souls
As I sat lazily on the couch with lamps above swaying
to the breeze while my thoughts were playing.
why does one have the urge to take one’s soul and run?
from this soulless world’s aging pun?
why is there a need for lessons from sweet deception
that goes round and round without perception?
Why does one not fall in love with the idea of loving?
No aims, no receipts, no bargains, just loving.
Anything, everyone, every moment.
as if that was the only option without comment.
Like a vegetable lying on recreational beds
thoughts hovering over how else you would have chosen reds
over yellow roses, roses of love and serenity
and lived a life better than yesterday’s eternity!