Wayfarer's Plight

What kind of wretched soul am I? Doomed to wander writhing in this dark, Lofty ideals of love and forevermore So mote it be banished to depths below and remain, Bound to murky mire, never again to be seen or felt ... Younger days brought with it the tender swell And promise of love's first kiss Tempered blights in pursuit of that passion, Deterred me not as I reached again For one more glimpse of enchantment ... Stumbled through winter storms full of betrayal Double-edged hailstones blew right through this exposed heart, Leaving in its path, a lunar stream One that bleeds from time to time When peacocks cry at ten past midnight In the land of the occasional bloom ... Dare I even for a fleeting moment of time Consider this glimmer before me? Promise of long forgotten sensations Echo around this vapid hollow where I dwell, Gentle winds of this fluttering beat Leave bare Akashic's parchment tale of mine ... (08/25/2005)