No Man Is An Island

let me tell you no man is an island the moon is full tonight and the asylum is louder than usual the mind seeks its company through thin air, the moon pulls him to her shroud to keep him company because man is lovable by his very nature, like the moon that wanes and waxes through every possibility and impossibility in the quest for friends and company let me tell you no man is an island all alone like the moon, he spills verses to the world, and the world talks back to him in between the word of each line, uttered or unuttered he is an all rounder when it comes to keeping company - he speaks to the world, speaks for the world and in between sits between the worlds cheering it up like the moon that appears every night luminous with a new appearance rounder or slimmer a sickle in the heaven to help everybody clears the overgrown bushes and weeds in his thoughts no man is an island and he flies over the heaven seeking company a moon glancing between the clouds for a heart to share her thoughts a banter and tonight the moon is round and she is looking for company the tide throws a path to her throws itself with all intent to be her friend, grieving and sighing again and again at its own crushing futility our thoughts beats a path to her, even though not a word she has spoken in all the ages, there in all the pages are her words for the sake of company because no man is an island and between all the words the real hearts of the moon