#nomoon
We are trained as a dog
For the goods of men
Clear blue views beset by fog
Moving a post yet again
For happiness and joy we push and pull
Tugging hard for our next big goal
Tapping of ploy for conscious lull
stock of words to repay what self stole
How uncomfortable and uneasy
In beds softer than feather
summer longing wintery breeze
And weds sympathy to untended tether
So unbecoming that many
If not all, are destined for high Castles
But signs for each and direction way
Scribbled in words strange left baffled
Left us wandering the day
so we wander around outskirts
Our whole lives astound at direction lost
Until we stop to rest in the shadows berth
Cast from wall; Rest - easy pay, for a castle cost
And with wisdom we come to terms
Dispelling notions of castle ever existing
And bless the summer when cold winter fire sitting
happy with shack, while inner bailey persisting
Old we grow, happy in the cool shadow of the wall
Wisdom shaded in peace, but never the wiser
For a peace slow gained, great and tall
That traded castle; labelled rejection of miser
Taking shelter in a stall
Not shortly, we make peace with nature
But never reply to her demands
Lost for all its noble grandeur
the stillness and rest against sign-stand
Dogs do not read, and this humans know
So let us roam, enjoying the sway
In this calm beneath posts and shadow thrown
The castle; surely a dream from younger day
Nov 16, 2025
Nov 16, 2025 at 10:00 AM UTC