Goodnight

Are we sacred souls who shed our flimsy flesh like slimy serpents shed their skin? Be observant, but show no chagrin, for in learning life’s lessons we lessen our scars in the next. It’s the game master’s pretext, yet a disaster for those who guard their granite heart as if, by giving love away, they might have less. Perhaps it is best, to toss love about in tenfold, for souls only glimmer, when they reflect light. But it is dark inside now. So…alas … Goodnight.