I saw you
That you smiled.
Do you, then, have no care?
Or does pain pass as lightly as a butterfly...
Laughter springing up like wine bubbles
effervescing from a bottle
rises to vanish in the clouds
or sinks to drown within my well of thought
each one has their own mark
sad, peaceful, or merely drifting into nothingness
each one treads the path
of deepened thought.
It is good to dream, but not too much
or else the soul,
reveling in choruses of thought
should cease to hear the birds
and feel the earth.