Like the moonlight shines.
Just like the lines on a page of paint before it dries.
Just like the sun when it gazes on the ocean.
A sprinkle of many kinds,
Like the warmth it gives.
A warmth that never closes.
A warmth that never shuts.
Just like a heart with every part it lives.
Like the perfect one,
which never dies.
It never lies.
Infinite age before it’s done.
This is the happiness in the face.
Daggerless.
No one fear, no cold, no stagger,
left in an empty space
The space, infinity,
in every mind,
and every body ,
filled full with new serenity,
but a change occurs.
A sight for sore eyes.
One with more lies,
and a made difference.
Followed by a black cat.
It walks again.
It turns what shines over,
with a short swing of a bat.
What now is to become?
A darkness in the light?
another change, another range of fright?
No blossoms to become.
From the darkness absents light,
from the light absents good.
No good is no happiness.
Be prepared to fight.
Take back what you need.
Don’t halt.
No greed.
Simply. Like God and our body.
Perfect yet imperfect.
Right yet wrong.
Fixed yet broken.
You find it again.
Your happiness.
Just a bug between the door,
but the key is no token.
That key,
It lies in the room,
but there lies the door.
Closed, locked, with the key inside.