Tonight’s expression is not the usual game;
A story of love, lust, or loss.
My conflict between science and art is,
searching for the woman and not the girl.
Tonight I surrendered to the moment
Forgetting about definition and form;
Seeing in between now and then.
Looking back without staring.
Games come and go and if life,
Wasn’t as it is: Would I be wrapped,
in a cloak of love and poems.
Tonight’s words have found a new beginning.
I submit to reflection in poetic longings.
Where did I begin to fall?
Where did I lose my rhythm?
A tempo intended for life’s energy and time.
