Desire sits at the front of the cortex
Fragrances waft deliciously from memories
Unsettling the steady
Dreams lie in the banks and coffers of hope
Reality smashing itself against fantasy like glass upon stone
Hope becomes hopeless
Desire refuses to look upon the desired
Love is merited as the utmost impossible by scholars and judges who cast it aside as nonsense and dribble
Love still refuses the bars and restraints of impossibility, hopelessness and judgement
Love beats its drums calling the reckless
Calling for Rebellion
Casting aside the shackles of scholars and judges
It’s greatness found in the ridiculous
Rules set aside
Love settles itself down like a cat before a fire
And moth before a flame
Little Wren 