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.
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