And when the sun stopped shining
and the darkness bore a whole
he wandered off – and when alone
he’d ponder of the soul
For without – would thought return
or philosophy withdraw
or walk the road less travelled on
or fall beneath the floor
The floor that opened when least expected
and when least he wanted to
and delved into the depths least sought
beneath his sullen hue
How to reach – to stretch and find
the avenue of light
and fall into her earthly charm
and cherish her delight
In the middle – there’s a way
to relish and resolve -
the treasure trove of mortal heart -
one worships when absolved
But what of where he’d been to -
was that a forgotten land -
or something to remember
like the dirt beneath the sand.
sensualism 