Writing to everyone
Is safe
Not brave
But smart, maybe true
The abyss
However
Not you.

Noone waits underwater, drowned.
This is not some battleground.
The pear is strong.
Silly, maybe wrong.

Or simply knows better,
With a blue sweater.

Belong, or don't.
Fighting? I won't.

I'll fully admit that I yearn
But true journey is return.

As it has always been.
Therefor, I'll preen
My wings.
Continue, no slings.

Will admire the moon,
Bath in the lagoon.
Embrace my towel
With some quiet howl.

Paths meet again
Or not.
I'm not interested in pain
I clot.

I'll love
Without dove.

There is the power of lust, and libraries
But noone can kill all the blueberries.

Silly, my beau?
I know.

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Daedalan, in the year 828 AF.