With Which You Take Existence
(Sonnet 128)
Life bathed in sunlight is beautifully dull
Dull and beautifully incoherent,
Beautifully and incoherently null
And all of those who subconsciously share it.
Life bathed in moonlight is beautifully rare
Rare and beautifully trapped within bliss,
Beautifully and blissfully trapped in compare
Ebony and memory seem amiss.
Life bathed in nothing is wholly nothing
In vain, failing to understand life,
Naught a single song in your heart to sing
Nor feeling such as a blade of a knife.
Though life is simply that in which it seems,
Moreover; foolishly dazzling dreams.