Musings

Bubbly, bubbly, bubbly,

Three chants of the word

Almost entices one to feel so

With a light click of the tongue...

I say, "Almost."

Alas, the opposite is much mightier,

Much overwhelming.

Sigh, goes the heart

Ah! Goes the mind

One yearns, the other pushes the damning thought

Away, away, away....

Three chants again...

Would it work some magic?

Any, if I were to attempt as much as to hope?

It is not moroseness I feel...not hopelessness

Not insecurity, even

Though the last may be a folly of truth

This, my dear

Is..

With a smile of an accomplice

Who speaks soundless thinkings,

I say...

"O, you must know.."