Whenever fools may run amok
A thought-provoking tune
Comes to mind under the sun
That blends into the moon
What matters if not love my dear
Enigmatically we seek
Can there be doubt that enmity
Creates a challenge to beseech
Through all the years I live this earth
And rustle and resile
Me – myself – a sense of dread
A feeling – bitter bile
Bile comes – and yet away
It wanders past my sea
Past warmer waters (pure joy)
Yet spilt (alas) by me
By me – a simple soul who lives
The advent of true will
No matter where the sunset falls
I’ll wait for you until.
sensualism 