Is That Love?

The night confides to the moon,

That his soul is not as dark as it always seems.

The sun proudly lingers on the noon,

Makes him madly regret,

that he belongs on the other side of the time continuum.

One shall not ponder

Of where the wind would blow

Air is an invisible matter one would wonder

Its existence is dictated merely on its flow

So what would happen that the air is unseen?

What state of mind would you clearly see it in?

Shall you be broken?

To realize one’s wholeness?

Shall you be beaten?

To see one’s roundness?

Running and running in circle

Like a dog chasing its tail

Looking for a thing to hold in this bubble

What possibly could make us fail?

Love is no more than an infinite shades of colors

Just like… morning

One would think it is a new beginning

One would see it as the time for returning

Fire, oh the fire embodied in every molecule

Preserve it as a jewel

For when it’s dimmed and faded

One would become jaded

Love, that is?

Invisible

Millions of colors

Taken for granted

When it is faded…

Sorrow.

AIKA

Markham, ON, CA

27062018