Attracted to morbid dreams,
of love and separation following thus.
When suddenly afflicted with picturesque moments,
of hearts and smiles,
I paused,
momentarily confused.
And stayed, put.
Aft a while, I began,
the search for despondent happiness,
that lay in lights,
and in self-benevolence.
And as I passed by your abode,
that lay, perhaps a thousand miles from mine,
I felt a strange complacence,
and sat there,
put.
Waiting in solitude,
but in contentment,
at the aberrant happiness that lay ahead.
The lights now chose to appear,
out of the blue.
