THE SIXTH SENSE

                                                 THE SIXTH SENSE

There is a half-moon tonight

And I can’t help but notice its lunar light,

So clear and serene shining with dear brightness, a shy

Beam of nocturnal rays, that through the creeping dark it slays.

Surrounding its beams

Are smaller lights woven like garment seams

Tailored by a mighty hand, so strong is its power

That the human intellect it does devour.

As the light of day cowards away the brave

Darkness comes along, bringing with it a basket

Full of stars that shine like a city with many cars.

Beams of my lantern produce shadows that encircle

My script as I search in the inner most caves of space

And time, to unveil the maiden of truth behind her

Matrimonial booth.

Just one kiss on the cheek would bless her with the

Strength of the tongue, and so to speak,

Her harmony would reach the peak.

Questions of our existence on this earth and all

That is pertinent to our natural birth

Would be turned to answers,

Expressed in hymns and stanzas.

A feeling both mind and soul

Covering this big abyss, like a hole that shall

Be filled with evil, all that is wrong

Is the place it does belong.

By morning footsteps are leaving

Only to return when sore in the evening.

Cod breathe, frozen air, morning dew

Reflecting the big light on flower petals and leaves.

Mother Nature’s pure beauty

So soft with its natural purity.

Ladybirds and butterflies flying around

The plants that grow on the ground.

The perfect pure bliss,

What else would you wish for other than this?

Living with no ailment or disease,

No suffering, no rich and no poor

 Where the ghosts of death haunt none

And every soul to the almighty sings for sure.

For this my friends I only envision

To seek it I have to repent and leave on a mission

Where I shall travel,

Over smooth land and hard gravel.

Only with my sixth sense shall I get through

What the naked eye cannot see. 

Vinsense