Hopeless Romantic

Night And Soul

As I walked around underneath the nightscape -
In the midst of stars sprinkled across the darkness, stood a moon.
A crescent moon, like an eerie smile giving away a hidden face.
It perched itself as any observer would, a safe distance away.

Night winds varied from gentle breezes to ephemeral gusts
Swaying my direction as I walked, rendering my gait drunken.
Cars sped down the boulevard, spewing latent emissions,
Zooming by JUST to catch that red light -
And I, walked idly.

Each gust blew away my troubles;
Each exhale purged some weight,
Each inhale consumed a little zen.

Cease!

Cease!
Not from being but from what you be.
Are you the construction of your own beliefs?
Is your destination based off of traveled streets?
Or did you travel roads for goals to reach?
Or did you travel paths searching for dreams?

Like the moon your eyes share a faint glow
The mind is a river that constantly flows
Should the light die and the river run dry
How will you bountifully grow in this life?

Cease!
Not from being but from what you be.
From following blindly those who take lead.
For letting dictators suggest what you need.
Cease what you are but not who you be.