My perception itself- most certainly
aids in stirring my vast array of emotions
as well as speaking towards a cryptic truth
that is not yet, understood or completely defined
and much like a ghost in its appearing tangibility
in so much as, its evoking a known presence
That traverses more at will than dependency
of some ill gotten wind seeking to rampage
Emotions must swim an incongruity
as they can fall prey to those unrelenting
waves of bittersweet but sound questions
like buoys, churning in the crux of ones mind
where chaos and reason, oft do battle
over full authority and loves legitimacy
Love is humanly misperceived as causal
to all the woes of the world at large, but
truth be told headlong; it suffers most unduly
for mistaken courses, misread stars, darkness or
failing to chart a maps destination, adequately
Love- in my mind, can feel imprisoned
once it has bought its nonrefundable ticket
for a journey that seems much too idealistically
to everyone else from an observers position
And I- keep buying into those exotic adventures
knowing somehow, one day, I’ll forever remain
Observers, that still reek of their own failures
but veil them as life preservers of words
too dishonestly injected in breaking waters
Waters, only our own heart courageously dare ride
Love is a paradox- that can neither be conquered
nor can it be confined inside- anything other
than that of another persons heart; a sanctuary,
a place where acceptance is automatically gifted
like a lazy day, on a golden amber morning beach
and naked honest is the scent in a delicate breeze
adoring footprints are left in wandering pairs
Where I still- imagine you’ll find me…waiting
Poet of the Light © 2019
