Sunday 11 December 2011

Now

For every simple pleasure there is the next day.
For every perfect moment there are a million dull ones.
To see your reality for a moment touch fantasy is to taste heaven
and not fear the fires of hell.

When one day starts in peace
You know there will be more in complexity.
The joy of now a temporary right
Becomes a standardised loan in need of repayment.

The sigh of open heart untamed
The waking dream of sense unleashed,
The here, the now, the day, the night,
The wishes lined in sable cushions lay.

And so to sit in wait for what may come,
So long in need of sleep and silk.
Return at once to calm untamed,
The sunrise appears in perfect glow.