Within

Within

Avowed before the fragrant vales

Heaven and earth aligned

The lowly mist caresses the dew

The morning shades, their sun to find.

Life inhales its music score

The only apt description

To gaze upon the world anew

Natures hemline lifting.

But all is half if one’s alone

The fullness of its splendour

Is in a brace, to embrace

The ecstasy to render.

I stay the hand, the wandering bard

The prose for her protecting

A gentle touch, a whispered truth

The dawn, the dusk, dejection.

A Candle Meekly

A Candle Meekly

Romantic light, romantic sight

Slow and dancing, poetic bright

Perched upon the polished grain

A noble flicker to darkness drain

Progeny of a bygone time

When quill and word reigned sublime

Miss Austen knew its waltzing hue

Would gladly beat the hearts to woo

Oh noble flame, converse with me

Let my mind and heart agree

That passion’s writ will flow and ebb

As in a brambled, glittering web

As In A Braid Unwoven

As In A Braid Unwoven

Would that I could wake

From the wine weary dreams

And see afresh the rationale

Of purpose over heart.

I have climbed mountains.

Summitless peaks, dawnless,

Duskless, forever in furtive light.

Disposed to the focussed soul.

And basked in the view,

The conquered vista

Life lived, without emotion

Bar the fugitive in my heart.

For there lies the emotion

Of heart and purpose married

Silent amidst the peaks and vales

And forever out of reach.