Silence and slow anguished reflection
Patience as does nature awaits
Turns soft circles around itself
It succumbs to nothing else
Just as a lovers minds to be confided
It whispers in due time
Winding down the blossom the bloom
Fading like a crescent moon
Into mists it shrinks consumed
To never break this way
Crest into the light again
And what of my eyes that refuse to
Remain undecided
As to derive inner pallid desire
To seek in fear external sorrow
To love forever a dead flower or find wealth in confrontation
Caught in a cycle tied tight to this anxious ambition
I fret over ambiguities
…something I found- I didn’t write it, but I like it a lot. If you have any thoughts…