The pet’s Muse calls for him
In his dreams
Stepped over a tolerable
Borderline
He packed his suitcase and
Fled on winged feet
Then put to rest and sleep by
His welcoming hosting Muse.
The calming atmosphere of a
Quaint retreat
The freedom of thought and
The delicately denuded portrait
On his artistic mind.
Yet
Rules and regulations of society
Cast a shadow on the gilded cage
Of free love
Only broken by a tryst
And the smooth turning of this
Dimmer switch of the heart and
Soul
The mind already ventured
Far ahead
For a long, long time.
There has to be trust
Believe in sharing
Position one’s heart beyond
Traditional thought processes.
It’ll work.
The poet feels
Knows and believes.
FEEL.LEEF
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’20