When the streetlamps sleep and nights get dark
When the gong strikes 12 above the deserted park
When the stars get drunk and the dogs bark
Something beckons my wild wild heart.
A higher calling, some thoughtful prism?
Nay, just a primal levity of passion
Panting and persuasion kept aside
Seem frivolous to the enlightened mind.
Alas, the body-brains, both 2 odds
One fickle, one foreseeing, both big frauds
And no amount of subtle expression
Can shed that smirk of indiscretion.
Carefree as the wave
Boundless as the wind
The mind tries to rationalise
While the body gleefully grins
Nature calls; Wolves cry
God's humour, oh so wry.
Sighs cease, the pangs ease
While the blue bed cloth notes a crease
And as the cloud passes over the moon
The day dawns near, pretty soon.
