Fly with the moment
-SoulPoet-

Day dying in a hurry,

Thick cloud lingering,

Dreams laid under the cloud.

Many are mortar worries
Like Joseph robe.

Could these mugs of liquor
Soothe the sweating heart?

Could puffs of white papers
Sway the haunting  past?

Maybe just for moment
And let me fly with the moment.

Would virgin moon be born tonight?

Would stars come out to dance?

The gods are slumbering.

No bosoms of damsel to feast

No hairy thighs of damsel to oil

Tonight, let me fly with the moment_niyeric9518