Playing
solitaire by the water,
watching
the clouds move over the game,
watching the sun fade away.
The weather is calm;
the souls are at rest today.
The
people are watching
from below
as
well as above.
Cards
are running low,
the deck
is getting thin.
The day
is fading away without me.
Golden
bows
blast
open the doorways
to
unforeseen manifestations.
The
stars and the moon arrive.
The soul is awakened by a purpose,
and then quickly runs out of ideas.
Nothing lasts forever.
Night
comes,
making
it hard to see
characters
and playgrounds
bargained
by jack’s and ace’s.
The
joker, a trickster and a prophet,
reminds
us
that there
is always a truth within a lie
and some lies help to make us feel
better.
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