The Badger

The Badger howls and dances at the moon,
In this world of nonsensical acts,
As I watch, and I feel, I am learning,
This world from the other, distracts,

A common occurrence here is the colours,
Which float and sparkle and calm,
The dryness does drench you and quench you
This whole place has a whimsical charm,

There’s a stream of purple that crosses the hills,
It is bright, but the stars never fade, nor leave,
There are smiles and laughter, pleasure and soul,
This is where dreams and desire are made I believe,

You are there for a minute or hour, two or three,
All the same, and when it darkens, you shake and scream,
And the powder and nectar turn traitor,
One day I will choose to never wake, and live in my secretive dream.