Wednesday, July 26, 2017

The Private I

Come around some other time. 
There’s no joy to share this moment. 
Laughter just a distant mem’ry. 
Smiles lost to unseeing eyes.

Unaccustomed as I have become to 
Fits of melancholy, 
These are strange emotions swarming 
Over me like hungry flies.

Must need time to sort it all
In simple logical progression. 
Must find reason, must make 
Season follow season to conclusion.

Every cause must make effect.
Cannot let the sequence vary.
Cannot let deception carry off 
My thoughts with vague illusion.

Focus. Find the answer. 
Scout the glen from mountainside. 
Loose the falcon. Set him free. 
Revel his unfettered glide.

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