We are at a cross road that’s shaped like zigzag but longer.
Finally she has gotten sober!
Drunken by love, she’s finally sober.
Beautiful nightmare of an ugly dream,
the Sun had to wake up the dreamer.
As long as the adverb “as” isn’t used any longer,
I will no longer make use of the phrase “no longer…”
Unless I really fall for the Fonder.
Here is my Heart, Hear that Heart
as it is getting louder.
It wants to mend what’s mendable and be stronger.
Forgetting itself in the midst of emotional feelings,
they have gotten stronger.
Oh how blind of a love, exclamations of a Lover!
The Moons did set, the quiet winds are calmer.
As poetic as this moment can be,
getting high on words was only a starter.
© Christian D. Koumtog