I often chance what life may be
If allowed to thrive
And wander far away from home
So I may feel alive
I often think of sorrow past
Will it return again
And wallow in self-pity
Like a cage of utter pain
I often feel a sense of loss
But then true love is found
All I want is within me
And yet I fall to ground
And then I sense a feeling
Never felt before
Realising love may come and go
And knowing what’s in store
Maintained is a semblance
Of umbrella in the moon
That builds a sure surrounding
By twilight’s afternoon
And when I gaze I also gasp
At what has been and gone
I understand that afternoon
Was when the sun had shone
And left an implication
Of belief in summer’s bloom –
Belief one’s own surrounding
Had left a deeper hue
But what of indecision
Like days that won’t concede
Like food that’s hard to come by –
Like sustenance we need
I must decide to follow
Or lead another band
I must decide to wallow
Or build castles in the sand
Those castles built will wait until
A visitor invites
A welcomed mood – a solemn brood
The wind welcomes the kites
And although all a-flutter
Those castles in the sand
Firm up feelings sure to pass
To never-never-land.
sensualism 