The Loveliness Of Its Hum. Poem by RIC BASTASA

how can love be
sinful? there is no
such thing.
Contemplate on
the joys that
love is giving you
with its bare hands
and naked self.
You are shrouded
by Uniformity.
Blinded by their
lights.
Contemplate on
what love as it
is and what it should
have been.
Focus on its gentleness
its cool breeze
in summer.
Its mellow colors of
its autumn.
Think not of its
wintry frost.
Close your eyes
and travel within
its sea
ride on the ripples
of its mystery.

the pain outside
it is so much.
You do no deserve
it. Come, come,
let us play the
sanctity of its
pleasures.
The loveliness of
its hum.