Plight

Balustrades of memory

High walls imagined

Moat of emotions teeming

under the rickety bridge of pretence

Minarets of meaning

holding searchlight scanning

Sentries of thought

armed with causes futile

Guarding the doors of logic

fastened shut with reason

Holding all the bliss

captive within 

the castle of mind

Key of abandon

thrown away careless

Yet only the moon

gets called lunatic

for changing face

each night