A single strand of delicate silk
Young Mothers sacred milk
Harmony beckons
Yonder mountain way
My mind is wandering today
Life happens quickly
A blistering pace
Some need to save face
Others need to win the rodent race
Me
I drift along
At times
A bit confused
Still searching for my muse
My tertiary fuse
Shelter from the storm
Sweet dreams of flight
Sojourn across the globe
With melancholy thoughts
A manic frontal lobe
I know of those who spend their days
Clinging fiercely to the past
I can’t seem to find mine
It’s lost
In a sea of urgency
Intrinsically
Deep within my rhyme
Far too many times
I’ve raised my eyes
Seeking clear fruition
An odd superstition
Spiritual malnutrition
A sad aftermath
Mind and body collision
A reader of souls
Quickly growing old
Losing all control
There is no shame in letting go
Of that which brings me pain
Causes such disdain
Artistic love in vain……
© Bill Grimes Jr. 2012
