What once was my everyday,
is now so sadly far away,
and increasingly exotic.
What once was my inner peace,
is now a lost puzzle piece,
and now I’m left a half-wit.
Category: Love
A sigh exhaled with the failing light
Absorbed into the blanket of an intruding cloud
I must say I felt quite bright
When the storm abruptly turned around
But a whisper of raindrops, the sun at late day height
Shade to the east, shaded eyes peering west
Last treatment of rays before a lonely night
It’s my rabbit friend and I again, taking the world in expansion of chest
We become to some an alarming sight
Small surprise slipped in along their way
I ponder the approach of golden hair, I might
Regret the actions of the day
Would have to be one with interests tight
One who radiated without the sun and equal in depth
For the most subtle efforts to surface right
Amongst Sky’s azure and breeze a good breath
The vanquished storm to my delight
The rabbit growing sleepy, nudges me gently
A break in the storm, one of natures invites
My rodent here lures quite quickly
Perhaps a chance for romance by twilight
The winged are calling the settings suffice
Yet in no mood to enter that plight
To venture for love in female fishing strife
No need to fear regrets slow healing bite
Shall relent in no chase, content and at bay
The days more fitting for the flight of a kite
Such a melancholy day with very little to say
Worry not this lonely night
Or those that stare with sunshine hair
All a pleasure, a credit to sight
But with the light on my face, I’m incapable to care
A reflective day, all is right, I shall be alone tonight.
Flipped the little man,
Last ride, thump to his back
Throw him on my shoulders and give him the rack.
Won’t nod away, keep charging my way,
not much I can do to keep them at bay.
Pick him up, spin him round,
lay him up, throw him down
only to hear that giggling sound
They won’t give in these little men,
looking up to me, its “do it again!”
There is depth in those eyes
Wry smile and slight turn of the head
Can only wonder what words on her lips lie,
Anticipating curious, what is to be said
The glow of the divine,
but the look of a predator,
studying the moves, the use of time,
yet above the game, to hunt in depth
all to complex for this simple rhyme
- and the puzzle of mind.
