Nor is it ever sheilded

By any envelope of white feelings

for neither can you capture, ever.

As glass bowled sunlight

by a precious chasm ,

As beautiful colours broken

by a lonely prism,

A million pieces of delight

In one glorious spread…

Or should one seek much more

behind this misty pyramid of gusty dreams ?

along the long walk no one treads ?

Those who ‘belong’ to me

know i am but value,

Being the sum of many parts

of a lost ‘commodity’

called love