The Rise and Fall of Moods

I. Receptive pools absorb emotions; the merry and the miserable the wicked and the pure. In brooding contemplation perceptive sensibilities sort malignant from benign. Receding into a hospital shell drawn in by mood-tides to self-analyze, without pinching injury to others. II. Old-fashioned flirtations foster romantic affection and trust irrigates senses with gasoline that burns the soul from the shell; to drown and be drowned when resevoirs of restraint burst. Trespassers that dupe intuition born under the House of Home risk fierce depths of maternal protection where priceless treasures are sheltered above life by a loyal heart, forever safe and welcome in the sacred sanctuary of home. III. The pith of a moonbaby doesn't seek the tears of the woebegone, the laughter of lovers the seeds of imagination and yet the words are seized by pincers during the rise and fall of moods.