Written off the cuff at 8:32 am

The essence of our lives, as seen through a prism,
Leaves refracted colors scattered in the air.
And the world looks on in despair!

The shades of our windows blink,
As the prism turns,
And the patterns change.
Forever infinite the spectrum!

Butterfly wings on a thin whisper of air.
The ballerina spins.
And the world looks on in despair!

Therein lies the mystery.
In an ocean full of waves,
A rough foreboding surface hides a calm and peaceful grave.
Not for the sea life that swim without a care,
But for a world
That looks on with despair!

I hold you in my arms, each night, in the land of dreams.
I feel your breath upon my face!
I kiss your sweet lips and supple breasts and passion fills the air!
And the world looks on with despair!