Quintessential senses sent my essence out to seek
A subtle peek into existence.
I must travel. I must learn.
I'm yearning for a figment
Life's dull gavel denies,
Though I've wandered
Though I've sought
Though I've cracked the steel I've wrought
I feel as though I'm lacking...
Incomplete.
I tried to speak to the sun
But was burned, spiteful fun,
Frantic I retreat into the night.
Dark...
Clouds...
Willow...
Moon...
Soon the solace seeds.
I whisper, Nox hear my needs
My flight is one of moral desperation.
My dreams do chide me,
Hide me in your ebon cloak,
Teach me in your dark embrace
To break the mirrors,
Part the smoke -
I cannot seem to find another way...
Today I look
To wide horizons,
Eyes on any eyes.
Will I find the scene
My senses seek?
That's not the stigma...
Am I willing to gaze upon it if I do?
Location
Maine