Plighted

For only my poetic purpose

Her heart was like that of an island

that held within the perfect lake water

upon which I accidentally landed

gifting me the divine feelings

as if for the first time, I was home

and at peace at loves retreat

 

Its truly deplorable in ones mind

To have so much to give, rejected

and yet, have it dismissively overlooked

To be curtly told time and time again

it fails to conform all others needs

for those seeking an unconditional love

but only if found in their conception

 

My aberrational heart flutters

blindly in a rebellious pilgrimage

making it bewildering to fathom

yet alone live without- her surface

Once the reality of truth is lose

from its bolt, it simply reborn as

a free agent, impossible to find again

 

The years have silently slipped by

as I peregrinate this dry empty life

in a new and unwanted fashion

In fact my steps have come to feel

far too comfortable in their appeal

as if I’ve traveled them all before

and my days are repeated circles

 

Many of times I have truly tried

and even vainly at times to override

this unwanted journey I find myself on

that seems to linger in a fog betwixt

the darkness of night and dawn

with dawn’s ever changing positions

 

It’s like a percussion wave went off

unexpectedly at lightening speed

flocks of panicked birds and I scattered

from that quaint and calm watery surface

bound to a safe place as my fluttering heart

soars but as yet to find it’s…renewed home

 

Poet of the Light © 2019