I chased the naked sun today.
Unaware, uncaring, but full of life and brilliance.
Like honey dripped from the sky
soothing a tired mind's eye.
I'll drink the ground water of this day for another millenia
not resting on my laurels
but ratherr whispering to them
a dirge of the mad
a whimper of the over amorous
oft lonely.
But to what end do my quills scratch, my heart sing?
Is it of beauty, love, or stranger things?
May we never know what truly dwells in that starlit city.
Stranger things still
than the body one loved.
And another
only dreamed.
