Mesmerized

They say the night is for sleeping.
That the world is more quiet and settled in.
Those who stay awake know of Her beauty, the intensity.
Like the night shadows, thoughts, desires and imagination hide in regions of the unseen, comprehended by perceptions laid bare.
Dreams build their panoramas here, in this place of secrets more exciting then mechanical chores.
So difficult is it to escape its beauty and ecstasy,
I often wonder if I will live my life here.
Can I escape the exquisite style of synchronicities and flow?
It is as if the moon doesn't know it gets its light from the sun.

Wisdom and understanding beckons.
The self-inquisitive judgments and mercies demand attention.
The heart longs to retake its throne.
But the moonlight mesmerizes.
Feelings move seductively in the currents.
Imagination creates lives better then life.
Thoughts write fiction novels that pretend to be real.
The belly speaks like a pregnant womb carrying a fetus called muse.
The gods and goddesses make love in willing beings.
Where is there a place better?




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