WolvesOfSleep

She walks through the rain, Lightly sprinkling her hair, With droplets of mind. She walks with a light bouncy grace Like she's dancing. She is dancing, For now she knows nothing else. It's dark yet the air glows A soft silver-green light Like a firefly's tail, Soft and warm and comforting, Yet laced like a satin gown With what brought them there: Jealousy, Envy, The worst sin of them all. Self pity when you have nothing to pity Is just a lie. It's greed, her envy seemed, Wanting more when she had it all. It's gluttony in a way, Trying to take too much. It's lust, her envy was, Jealous of what she loved. It's pride in a

Want. The core of human thoughts, Emotions, And actions. Want. What do we want? What leads us on the Path to the Ultimate? The Infinite? The Divine? In our wanting We covet four things. Like spring, summer, winter and fall, There are four. Four that we struggle for. Four. First we want pleasure, To physically feel good. We wish to let ourselves be Engulfed by the pleasure That our skin can feel And that our mind can know. We wish to dance, in our hearts, With the sky And feel the sensational feeling Of delight. We want to be satisfied In our human senses And bathe in pleasure, Washing our skin so we may Feel beau