babble

That which makes you smile
And laugh and giggle and chuckle.
That which leaves you anxious.
And apprehensive and restless.
That which is the windfall,
And is the first shower of hail
In the winter month of December,
It is the butterfly and also the flower.
That which is permanence;
Silence and eloquence.
That which is the loss of rhyme
And the rise in rhythm.
That which is near
While being a million miles away.
That which is a dream at night
And a part of life by the day.
That which you deem false
While hoping it was true.
That which snaps back at you
And yet doesn't hurt.
That which is insanity and sanity;
Turmoil and clarity;
Irrationality and rationality;
And a constant uncertainty.
On a full moon night,it is
The moonlight and also,the music
Of the thousand feet of dancing waves.
That which is unedited,
Incomplete and yet, cogent.