Cupio Loves

The Clock Tower booms,

the hour struck,

the midnight stroke,

the eleventh is up.

The pendulum swings,

the hands are fine,

as it seems,

it is a towering theme!!

The chime of strike,

to note the power,

rhythm right,

like Mozart's fight.

As Chopin wrote,

the Waltz of Man,

the Minuet or Etude planned,

seems now simply,

the wealth of Man.

The 'Old' and 'Ancient' style reposed,

the Soul a Twin,

makes me wild for when.

To know of 'Him'

in 'All Past' 'Been'

it is the Movement,

Our Begin,

in the beauty of Ascend!!

The Repertoire,

is Lives lived so far,

the end incarnated,

a future mend.

To embrace,

these lives or days,

it's best to say,

love unique!!

The Being 'You' are,

is whom 'You've' been,

a Time, a Place,

an Original send!!

To enter in,

Hug a Friend,

say Hello,

how's your day?

Shake a hand,

smile and stand,

this Trip is Long,

the journey,

a play.

No difference will show when we go,

for in this move,

it's forward through,

'The Continue' is today,

the choice is yours,

for You to make.

A brand new trend!!

I encourage you in thought,

people judge,

it hurts a lot.

But as You walk,

and Some do talk,

let's walk together,

away from fought.

The gender of,

is still just love,

if you're lucky,

if you're one,

if you've found,

please don't run.

Decision done

Wisdom beats this clarity,

the reasoned feat of rarity,

albeit trying and ever rough,

the road we're on,

is paved with song.

We 'All' belong, somewhere!!