There is no place for common sense.

There it is sitting by the riverside, the moon glimmering on its face like the sparkling glimpse of a distant world, Just sitting there casually, not seeming lost even though I feel it is, Staring into the slow flowing water with a wry smile on its face and feet dangling in the cool water playfully…

Will I ever see that face again

The darkest light, falls, on the dimmest face, showing signs of strain, yet, hiding years of neglect, brought on by overbearing, despair, The candle flickers, affording a glimpse of the edges, around the face, that has seldom seen care, and as the whisper blows, the dancing flame, I cannot help but wonder, will I ever…