Sapient

A man sat on a wall surmising the days dissipation,
The sun sizzles when it sets and so he waits in anticipation,
That morning he had sung an aubade to the sun’s rise,
Now he watched it go as though its sinking was a surprise,
Pink billowing clouds drink a shiraz of fleeting light,
Just like a drunk, they will get in a fight and weep all night,
The foray of firmament had also fought a gallant war to stay,
But nights battle against the raid had held the suns rays at bey.
 
Revelation came as the man sat upon the wall,
Concepts and dreams hypothesised were not his thoughts at all,
Ideas are spore that float looking for somewhere else to seed,
Hibernate in the mind until from the mental sod are freed,
With this the sky fades and loses more shiraz in its shine,
While this wise man gulps another bottle of merlot wine,
Closes his mind and wades into his soul,
Dulling his musings and letting the wine take control.

So thoughts escape him like poorly held balloons,
Elegantly they rise with a beauty to rival the moons,
Multi-coloured made of silk, and quiet as a thief,
Filled with the hope for love, but more were of lust and grief,
Caught in air currents mutable then pulled taut,
Looking for the night to bare witness to the battle fought,
Frantic like sperm in search of wombs and cells to nestle,
Yet tantric as they consume the husk in which they lay rest in vestal.

They search to find the chaste angel who always alludes,
But these balloons chase tails in tormented tangled moods,
For this wise man was to obsessed with mental mangled nudes,
While birds and the bees seek the trees for their sexual interludes,
Past an angel’s laughter they climb to fuck and perspire,
Oblivious to the mess of the heart they ignore as they soar higher,
Past a subtle look of love,
Their path not supple so they miss the beauty as they fly above.

They missed the look in her eyes and lips,
All for the taste of sweet nectar between another women's hips,
The last thing he remembered of her is a vanilla fragrancy,
And she had sadly left because of his blatant flagrancy,
Then suddenly a balloon bursts,
Thoughts of perfection gone because he had put his erection first,
The wise man watches the last balloon disappear with a gust,
Alone he swoons with red wine in his veins cursing at his lust.