No Verbal Tense

In the twilight of day, where shadows stretch long,
you find yourself pondering, life's complex song.
The moon, a cheese wheel, rolls across the sky,
stars sprinkle the heavens, a cosmic pie.

Your thoughts wander, a kite in a hurricane,
pulled by the winds of whimsy and pain.
Cats sleep, their purrs a melody sweet,
dreams of catnip and mice at their feet.

You sip on your tea, a brew of contemplation,
steeping in moments of pure fascination.
Each sip a journey, a boat on life's river,
navigating currents that make your soul quiver.

Words dance on your tongue, playful and light,
flirting with meanings in the soft moonlight.
You ponder the cosmos, a vast tangled web
of theories and wonders that probe your head.

Your mind, a labyrinth, twists and turns,
igniting a fire that quietly burns.
In the quiet of night, wisdom takes root,
in the soil of silence, understanding bloots.

Emotions ripple like waves on a pond,
echoes of laughter, memories fond.
You dwell this space of thought and dream
where reality blurs and fantasies gleam.

Life is a canvas, each stroke a choice,
painting existence with a silent voice.
In the gallery of time you stand and gaze
at the masterpiece forming through your days.

And as the night deepens, you find your pace.
In the heart of the universe, you find your place.