Its Just Choices

a whole constellation before me
a kaleidoscope of colours
swirling, around ever changing
reaching for the pulse, to jump

a single bloom, a lake-full of hyacinth
a voice lovely alone, an orchestra
a night serenade from a lonely bed
or a swirl through galaxy of smiles

an uncertainty, words said lovingly
endearments scattered over clouds
gifts of gab, says love to all
stand I, in desultory loving

a fistful of hopes on empty air
a purseful of coins for fare
a heart yearning at times, in despair
a soul content, confident of repair.