Without reason or rhyme

Its sunny outside
the mist has cleared;
my sweat smells sweet
I miss the moon.

Turn to look behind
abandoned souls follow.
Breathing heavy and conscious,
every limb,ligament and nerve.

Some words appear floating about
disjointed in action.
Like rags patched with gold
posing as Kings.

Sloths day dreaming from branches
awake to the full moon.
A meal for one more dream.

[Flick a switch]
TV comes alive. dinner is served.
I sit up to smile
so fine and optimistic.