is a slob,
Doesn't have a job,
When all night long a chap remains
On sentry-go, to chase monotony
He exercises of his brains,
That is, assuming that he's got any.
Imagine a great classical archway
that rises on two sides
and meets at the center
in the keystone at the apex of the arch.
Walking around the desert at night, totally peaceful and
quiet, nothing to disturb this contemplative attitude.
Such a serene and beautiful landscape everywhere I look,
Penetrating feelings of love encompassing my being with
a deep and abiding spirituality.
Never wanting to lose it's intensity and fruitfulness
Moving slowly forward at times, sluggish feelings
pushing and pulling at my being.
Feeling an energy lighting me interiorly, sparking
Regulating rhythms filling my heart with a euphoric
sensation, lifting me spiritually into another level
To just wake
Night time songs of yesterday play against my heart, raking
it's strings, causing tear-fraught good-byes.
Heavily scented funeral blossoms bequeath earthly thoughts