​By the poet formerly known as LawRouge

 

The sun rises at dawn and sets at dusk

The moon can be seen at night

Sometimes

That is all

Words have specific meanings

Nothing behind them

Nothing between them

To use words carelessly is to render them without meaning

The vagabond has stopped wandering

Has seen the light

Has stopped making something out of nothing

There is no hidden hand winding up the cosmos

Like a child with a clockwork toy

No mystery to be found

In a communion with nature 

If you walk in the rain you get wet

That’s all

If you tiptoe in the first snows of winter you get cold

Nothing more

And these are the words of

The poet no longer

 

 

©LawRouge