My Arduous Journey

My arduous journey forgoes to quiet nights,
as I’ve been invited to float blissfully
watching the moon show his face in lucid water.
There, I’ve wailed a sorrows tale
looking for natures handouts to
resign the waltz that I had betrothed.
And yet how can I recant the atlas that brought me here.
For wasn’t the dance the compass that sketched my invitation?
The quiet does not muzzle inspiration
nor does it comfort a compromise.
The night air is crisp and as the breeze blows a euphoric gesture,
I'm indebted to the surreal.
The grandiose pilgrimage
has settled all regrets and
lays floating where the crescent moon has smiled.

This Chair

I’m sloughed in this old incessant chair
rocking to what I covet,
the dust designs my passage.
Dear chair, "If I pardon the footloose
will you sway a new me?"
Toe’s gripping carpet
amusing my bitterness,
the protégé of envy and jealously
has shackled my feet.
Legs crippled from fumbling,
fingers clawing armrests
I cleave to my trepidation,
unaware, that the majestic auctioneer has come.
I hear the steward of dreams
bidding away my withholdings, singing
farewell to despair, farewell to despair.
Crying, I grope the window pane.
Rising to his medley.
The cushions have changed form.

Hope

The snow whitens my eyelashes like
a cool border around a memoir.
Eyes closed,
my outer shell takes it all in speaking,
I have forgiven you for being less than I wanted.
My muse celebrates a winters breeze
sedating the old haunting abysmal of,
my
I
remember you.
The motionless landscape then turns the air,
"Where will you go now?"

My path is marked by hope,
heavily plowed by rain
I will walk where the snow falls.

Insanity

Vandals of nakedness,
compose this battle of
passions drifting to fear enlightening
what's abandoned.
Savoring the banging monotones,
I sang for acceptance.
If I bare me, a battle
that's already preoccupied,
whom will invade my mind
and sort through this madness then?
Get on board mutiny!
Armed with weary, I will expose my stolen voice.
Who will hear me now?