I stand here; outside my balcony amidst darkness in the company of loneliness
My soul impertaburbly trapped between forlornness and peacefulness
Yin and Yang perhaps,
Forlorn because the soul, wounded and damaged perniciously by loneliness..
And peace; because the herb... well the herb heals to some extent
My vessel the arena
On a forbidden course Yang battles Yin the odds are in his favor THC to Yin is like aconite to wolves;
And so he weakens with every hit
The melee ends like it was destined to tranquil and pure bliss prevail
At that moment; the wind starts to sing her song
Calling, whistling to his lover the king of the night she whistles a beautiful song that sounds of a gentle breeze zephyr like pushing aside clouds that guard his majesty; grandiosely his image is revealed in the nightlife
Observe they all gather under the nightsky; selenophiles far away from each other all in different worlds but it's this energy that coheres them here together
The wind starts to sing the song of halcyon, ogling at the moon in veneration and exhilaration selenophiles danced away into the night.