in #poetry5 years ago (edited)


It roams between the black and the white.
However measured it is never light.

Clarity is a muse of sorts, clouded by emotions and henceforth inevitable judgement.
It is hard in the turmoil to follow or understand its wildly discombobulating current.

Love is a hard bargain at times however has no other words that can cover its awesome purge.
Lonely hearts should not forget their freedom and look solemnly upon their inner urge.

Forget not to forget and dance wildly within the realm of the beacon.
Honesty, looking straight in to the eyes of a great planes bison.

The wave is there no doubt.
Let’s do something good and shout!

Be good, stay strong.

@poezio the catman.