In Time

 

 

We dance around the world of these words

Autumn leaves helter skelter through the crisp air

Winds guide the course upon our lightness of being

The skies are endless, the horizon without border.

In time our knowing will become one of fruition

Loosening the beast the grows every moment

Screaming at the heart of unknown ectasy

Culminating in an endless eruption of our souls.

You, a mad little sprite within my heart

singing to me your songs and a voice free of sadness

me, a poet reveling in the madness of the universe

and bleeding unbridled passion in lost-form verse.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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