I sit in my lair
and drink
and think
what’s to become of me
Will I ever see
the realization of my dreams –
Or my nightmares?

I’m nuts about the world
Do you get my drift –
There’s a rift in the flow
I can never smooth.
I grow –
Do I only grow old?

The wisdom of it all
escapes me
The patterns develop
then dissipate
Leaving me confused and cold

I’m no closer to the end
I see in my heart.
I’m just at the start –
each morning
each night
The days are backward
The nights are long
I walk in confusion
I lust for my solitude
I long to reach out
I dream of all the days to come
in my peace with you
It’s serenity I seek
of which I ever speak


[from my 2nd collection of work, written in the ’90’s –

Author: Emma Beane

"this bird's gotta have a say, oh come what may..." [ebeane] All original works displayed here are protected by Copyright - Emma Beane

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