The Immoralists Next Door
There is/was a struggle
The scuffle of symbolists—
Dreaming of Succor
Masturbation & Comfort
Left & Right, Neither Right nor Wrong—
True Romance
Alone
I sit by the river
watching the insects fly
observing the dance
of the cottons
swirl
over the water
as it slowly falls in
Once in a while
an eagle flies by
or a humming bird hovers
catching my eye
The stillness of nature
and all of her glory
fills me with
romantically
memorable stories
There is romance
in everything
if we just slow down
enough to see
take a deep breath
of fresh outdoor air
you can feel it enter
the cells of your being
Life itself is pure romance
Imagination can help to enhance
For in our minds we make a choice
of how the world looks from our own eyes
We can wallow in all the pain and suffering
or we can choose to see love and romance in everything