postulations

another day, another night
the cycle moves, the hours cling and slither
the poetic discontent, the enamored wisp
the joy of words

the incendiary journey to the core
the abandoned trepidations, the cherished
incomprehensibles
mixing thought and word create
the music of the heart
the boom boom boom of notes
that thump thump thump night and day
marching to an echo

another celebration of desires
the loving smiles that wander aimlessly
the gaze upon a face that lights the world
the hearts that know each other's joys--
what treasures men will give
to have that for a moment

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