Shivering sighs
overtake obsessions
seen secretly
in cafes.
Beings are desperate for another.
why is this so?
Patience has been left on the streets
while neediness fills these beings.
Energy touches the lips of the beholder
and is slowly consumed
while music narrates
the life of men.
These beings are trapped in their restlessness.
The awfulness that swarms in their contaminated blood
must seem like bliss to them.
But for me it is poison.
I, cloaked in the light of the moon,
fill my being with serenity.
Mortal drinks offer nothing.
But mortal eyes energize the soul.