NOT BUSY

Memories and loneliness;
So mixed!
Lonely remembers;
Busy needs not.
Lonely is sad
For what lonely remembers.
Busy is not lonely.
Busy is not sad.
But what happens to Busy
When Busy is busy no more?
The metamorphosis is complete;
For, now,
“Not Busy”is lonely;
“Not Busy” is sad.
Oh, what pain of sadness!
What pain of loneliness!
The throat does ache
And the tears do flow
When memories do surface,
And it’s loneliness
That “Not Busy” knows.

Cy, 2005?

Naivete

A raindrop is clinging
To a thorn
Like a gentle soul clinging
To a devil's horn.

Cy, Wed., june 28, 2006

Dappled sunshine on the forest floor
Dances with the wind-blown trees;
Dead, brown leaves seem resurrected
With joy of new life expected.

Cy, June 30, 2010