A question of pretense

a moon-rippled dark is over us now
and a passing of sun-glittered stars

a chill from a new-morning day has begun
to erase those yesterday scars

a positive stance is the definite pose
that we now must assume for this day

thinking of riding the crest of a wave
to the tide-ruffled shore far away

a flight to Nirvana on fleece-feathered wings
will ease the mad dreamers mind

maroons and bright blues are the colors to choose
for a rainbow inside your own mind

1972