When the sun is gone

and my love lies down

the time is right and

I am up for contemplation


As I scrutinize my eyelids

from within my captive mind

moire and darken mauves

soothe my cuddled soul


A hand resting on my side

another nesting in mine

I see beyond dreams’ landings

capture the truth in Lalaland


Among the ruins of Babble On

I stumbled on pebbles upon fables

Where a road could have been

remain but broken promesses


Among the ruins of Babble On

myriads of brave slogans have crumbled

Sadly buried under the rubbles

Crushed hopes of proportional representation