Courage find its home in faraway places

abstractly printed in pages
sheltered in wooden dusty
shelves
Days and nights
Are eternally tiring
And brokenhearted weeping
Is the only remaining reminder
Of grace when it wasn't under pressure...

I still haven’t learned

 Never stopped once

 Only thwarted from my constant searching

 For some kind of elusive meaning

 The watershed that seems to elude

That evasive hidden door knob that comes loose in my hand

 When i think I’ve finally grabbed it

 Groped it in the abysmal darkness Of Unknowing

I am sure

 Of what am looking for

 For i’ve seen on a baby’s eyes its smile

 I’ve seen i know i am sure

 When i scan around

 On faces

 Idling on the cash registers

On symmetrical cafe benches

 On lineups and

 On the doctor’s offices

 And sullen eyes

 Lost in thoughts

 Thoughts like foggy clouds

 Tarnished souls

 On the wheel like hamsters

 Rushing

 I am sure

 Of what i want

I seek sometimes

 In the world that’s fazed out of focus

 I seek

For a clue

 A touch

 A magical

 Light

 A sparkle

 That would set me free from this constant search

 This would set me free

 This would set me free

 This would set me free

Ice bergs

We stay afloat

Silent stares

Hushed smiles

 Pale skies

 Reflected on blue icy waters

Around

 Serene

 Smug

 How mighty you are

 And how complacent i am

 To know that as the ships sail between us

On the chasm above

 Knifing the chilled waters like a zipper

 Deep beneath

 You are next to me

Forever....

what am i ...

Where do we trace our steps to?

Retrograde is

Just a mirage

Every second a slam

That leaves the time done behind

 But the phantom remains

Egging the do’s

You and I
tethered evermore

 In the now

 In this game of neurons firing synapses

Like wild monkeys

 In the primal forest

Slaves remote controlled

 By hormones

And chemical reactions

 Every micro second

 Rehearsed rehashed forever

 The atoms do the dance

What a game we play

 Never undoing

 Where the brave pawns

Knighted show off their mighty glistening swords

 gallops  around

Not bowing even to the King

I watch the game advancing

Failing to know who you are,

The King, bishop or the pawn

Or the giant castle

And i wonder

Do i forfeit?

 or

Who am i turning into?

This white piece on this board?

 The steely queen, the neighing mare or just an Abbess in a cloak?

Alibaba of my mind hid the donkeys fed and tied

waiting hidden for the thieves atop a tall juniper tree...

ears attuned sharp

to catch the stomping of the hoofs afar

raising dust and terror along

Alibaba of my mind

still clung on

in the lure of treasure laden promises

of the mystifying cave below

opening to incantations yet unknown to him...

let the fable mesmerize

the Morgiana in me

daring yet to knife the thieving goons away

dancing to the zither in Alibaba's dome...

take these crayons

draw an orange sunday

with vert lime grass beneath

aqua green waters

and silver blue skies

paint my soul in hues of purple

and my heart in deep red

and paint you next to me

perfectly posed...