Minds free of
diversion are strong, but mediocre
If perception
is abstract who knows the truth?Once we question reality, only then do we find it
Or we become truly lost in our dreams that come
When the sweet pink rose of climax is plucked
And then unfolds from the richness of our ardour
And all our thoughts must change hue and form
As we fall asleep among the caresses and whispers
No more the prisoner of day we are released to starlight