Song without rhyme
A walk with no guide
A tail with no wag
Or a day without time
Hair that’s not messed
A blink without stare
A mouth without lips
Or a soul without rest
For love that can’t compare
For the soul that can’t contain
Or complain
Or explain
Just return its own good
And remain
With one strain
Of life when you dare
To imagine these things
Without spare
Return to the fullness
Of simple embrace
Of simplest of notion
For good of not much
Illusion of good which is better at best
Than picking up pieces
Just to fit them again
Again fitting the pieces
To fullness
And beautiful rest
