With Faith…for Faith
Up here, seated on my balcony, at times feels like a god living atop the highest mountain in the world, But I wonder, does a god feel so lonely? It must, surely. Being a lone god is lonely, not so? I could pretend that am not lonely but I would be constantly lying to myself, I am able to close my eyes but my heart is not stupid. Well, lemonade is made out of lemons, not so? Times like these are kinder for a few fantasies, Dreams of a kinder company once in a while, perhaps? Thus I cast my eyes to the skies and savor the tranquility of the night, Though not so lovely a sight to behold tonight, The moon be black tonight, swimming lazily across the heavenly sea. Better I get lost in my flurry of thoughts. And like a bout, they spin me in circles, like a rat chasing its tail. Smiles, smiles and more smiles, a smiley gent some make me, Some subject mine heart to flutters, like a bird in a trap, Others fill my being with thrums of excitement bereaving me of words. With f