Sweet Musings of a Cynic

The magic of the Even,
A charming hue of warmth
Neither bright nor dark
The shades danced in and out
A time to charm, a time to feel.

As I make the enchanted journey throuugh the woods,
The path seems to extend
Beyond the Beyond-
Lyrical ballads of whispering avenues
Airily pass me by,
The delectable smells of earth and nature
In me, exhilerate.
All primal instincts sharpend,
I feel the pain and the love,
The passion and beauty of nature,
In its embrace can I lie forever.

I feel the liberation, the joy,
A part of the brilliant Whole.

A twang of smoky air
Teases my nostrils-
Tis the warm cooking fire outside the huts
Not the icy city smoke
That I, modernist in thought, conceeded to before.

The sky darkens,
Birds fly past, harken
The retreating dusk.
A dull light lingers, fades slowly,
Dances back in,
Ends the dilemma.
Another day decided-
Nightfall befalls fledling mankind.

The sweet feelings it evoked,
A bright evenstar witnessed it all,
Twinkles laughingly
At my musings,
Its the cynic's day off.