Sits quietly and waits In lieu of wondering about Un-drifts itself from ups and downs Prolongs the day without a doubt. Invites attendants to the smoothest show Un-compromised by feelings, looks or story's flow Desire free, no second thought nor grow .. mostly simple and un-hinged blow. The perfect space hides deep inside somewhere It'd hover not be low enough Linger by itself.. Not open not closed, colourless Timeless.. Frictionless.. Impenetrable by our ego.. Or our hands.. Or minds. It is perfect in this form Or shape.. Unforgettable by all means Of understanding.. Could've easily been missed Nor found Afaik that special link, Which got me thinking.
I must learn to play the violin All through my darkest grin, I must learn to recognize the grace All within my dog's embrace.
I must write on something odd Like my mum's smile in her diary log, I must touch all flower's petals Like my lover's skin which gracefully unsettles. I must offer trusting echoes Desires clouded in their misty fragrance, I must overlook my senseless thoughts and struggle Whenever life takes aim and shoots point blank her daily fable. And when all this noise is vacuumed by the moment Then I must hold it in whilst share it's natural endowment.
Après nous le déluge With your tail between your legs Without looking back.