Pleasing - your sight, moony night

What’s in that sight? World grows pleasing
Eyes expecting never – find new hope
Looks longing lost get solace, love
Stares silent startled absorb all of you
Faces curious cracks observe all your shades

What’s in that sight? World grows pleasing
Workmen tired needy – relax in their pain
Perfects nitpick, mutely – awed by your scars
Claiming you, your tantrums, romantics are held in sway
Lonely, unengaged lives – your company soothing, lulling

What’s in that sight? World grows pleasing
Sick sulking in the dust glow hale and hearty
Rich drunk in rituals come down soon to ground
Souls lost in transit return to high spirits
Men bent on one view accept every idea

What’s in that sight? World grows pleasing
Peace around you or calm inside you
Is it the twinkling smiles around you
Limitless dark. Is it? Behind you, your back?
Your kin waiting, wondering – Please speak, sing!