submarine smiles

The morning sun
She walked through the passage, a passage of light engulfed her
She bathed in the sunshine; let it soak in
Groping in darkness; the light was a welcome relief..but momentary, she knew.
It’s futile to fight the inevitable.
There are also two sides to everything…they say
But it’s a belief you need to restore or oppose.
Is it a choice or are you chosen?

The midnight lamp in solitary corner
He picked the pieces of rusted leaves in his book
He mused a while and succumbed to nostalgia.
He brushed it off and threw the leaves.
Making peace is a matter of fact; the confrontation is what some of us fear.
Is it pathetic or are we pathetic?

We react
We regret
We respect
My own space is most dear to me
Yet I want a few chosen to be a part of it
You can’t try too hard
You can’t be totally aloof
You can offer
You can dispose
Why do there have to be the can’s and the cant’s?

I’ve lost my humour
But then yours doesn’t amuse me either
Submarine smiles afloat…