looms
in stark, yet subtle glances,
when
one will gaze and suddenly
retreat,
withdrawing all advances.
In
the anxious wings fluttering
off
the pool’s clear reflection,
pulses
quicken and thoughts race
under
doubt and self inspection.
Sensing
warmth of breath on
numb
skin, only to depart.
Evading the heated grasp
so
as to not follow one’s heart.
Fading
after review of actions
that
escape life’s chance of joy.
Sobbing
in kerchief of sorrow
and
using ole sympathy’s ploy.
Twisting
in gnarled fashion,
dimly
dressed in mourner's black.
Sipping
on bitterness ale,
always
anticipating the next attack.
Wading
in caution’s fountain,
to
appear seemingly smart.
Heeding
the words of text books
instead
of following one’s heart.
Wondering,
lost and fearful
in
the forest of distraction.
Overwrought
with despair
to
miss meaningful attraction.
Gliding
through sunlit glens
to
find a veiled treasure chest.
Keyless
frustration consumes
with
wails and pounding of breast.
Abandoning
the unopened
trunk,
no vacancy in the cart.
Nearing
but veering astray
to
the following of one’s heart.
Solitude
greets with dawning
ray,
silence of spoken word.
Crow
to awaken a cold ear.
Meal
of stewed oats and curd.
After daily labor of tending
beast
and garden comes rest,
until
worthy pilgrim wanders
the trail,
arriving with the test.
Standing
brave under intensity,
agreeing
is just the start.
Surrendering,
shedding all,
to
embrace the following of one’s heart.
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