​​​​​​​Dearer

The breezy bedroom balcony,
Dappled in the hide and seek
Rustling murmur of leaves.
Floating upon the night’s ink,
Clad sensuous in wisps of clouds,
The full moon of pale gold.

Amidst this daily mapped drudge of
Point A to point B and repeat,
Scratching a living for this, borderline
Bank balanced, glass cubicled existence,
My own leisure to me is
Dearer than any queen’s diamonds.