#simplerhymes

Omens! She travelled with me, and Night has brought her feisty perfume: The white, pure and smiling moon - Her porcelain veil always wrentching me.

I dare to look, but ought not to. And cannot. And so I too dare to look away. I bring myself inside, fleeing from the fray - It’s a small death, a slip of door, a going-home.

- but I give up. For she plays a music Of thunder from cloudless storm. Such caressable, impossible form Ought not to be, but is indeed.

A kiss is but a circumlocution, A euphemism, a many worded unword! And I am swallowed by the abyss Of a stream in motion that takes me away by being Beauty beyond reason, Or by trick of dream: Overflowing to the realm of the real.

So I dare to look.

And so, the bright glimering light, Dancing still on the smooth and gentle night. Looks back, and lo and behold, She might love poetry, and she might not. Though she shines overwordly, By having light shed on upon her, And by sheding light Upon the blackness of endless void. Blooming the white of her eyes, The perfect angle - there it is. And O, there is so much light. But O, she brings fright and blight, Dooming me, seeing me.

But O, there is darkness too. And O, the darkness too is bright, Shining in her ungodly way. Tempting uncommon words Errors so great that they become right.

And O, alas, twist of fate, She does not look at all, For I mistake beauty For a gaze, and what might Have we been - A mutual gaze, Coloured in splendid tomorrow, For only such a shining colour must be: Splendid'morrow.

That's the evolution of the rhythm and blues.

Feel the rhythm in your heart and the rhythm in your feet.

The rhythmic sensation that suppresses defeat.

This feat...is no trick of mine.

I hated it when the seasons change

I'd wear flip flops in the rain

and my winter coat in the heat

and my rain boots at the beach

i'd play in the snow with my bare feet

adjusting to change always seemed to be hard

my eyes would hurt as it went from light to dark

and dark to light

so I'd sleep at night in the light; a night light

seasons change and some things are for seasons

cliche,but I've learned it really is for a reason

as with people,its all about time

as the bible says "to everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven. a time to be born, and a time to die;a time to love,

and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace and a time ao laugh; and a time to weep."

So I've learned and now I wear my winter coat in the cold

and midrif tops when its warm but every now and then

I wear a wool hat in 90 degrees

and open toe shoes  on new years eve,

Frosten bitten feet remind me that although I loved those pair of shoes and that wool hat,they were all from last season,as a matter of fact

I had to let them go,they served their time.

Though some items and people are simply divine,everlasting in time,made to weather every season and storm.

others are to be left,

like those favorite pair of gloves that  have been worn and now it's warm

beside they have holes, I couldn't even use them for the snow.