Between the light and the shade
Air is thickened with dust,
You know, too far has gone,
Yet, critics slam non-existent crisis.
For now, I am happy in my closet
Knowing that the evening breeze will
Refill the empty soul; dry leaves
Blown away, petals fall in a hurry.
Stay behind on the earthy wasteland,
You mean to live life harder, and yet,
In order to escape the despair and grief,
Shade them with your softest palm.
Look up at the cloudless sky
I believe it in all, barely understand,
Facing the blank stonewall and cry
Again the moon comes in and out,
The darkness beating to the tune of
Silence, wrestles with the motion,
A deep dive in space and resolve
like a simple and short equation.
Barren and bleak ; the very epitome of ennui.
Interesting thoughts, Louis.