Desire is the glimmering light in the distance
that beckons
to the Poet in me,
what if September clouds 
lead away from pain and misery?

In the hush of dawn 
a prayer escapes from trembling lips,
would life be easier 
if we were to breathe 
and live each moment as it comes?
How is it that when we’re alone 
aware of the touch of despair
and blind 
to the whisper of hope?

Between you and me, 
if I were to lay my heart 
in the sanctuary of your palm
would you adhere 
to thoughts blurted out 
from discouraged alleyways 
and corridors?

This twilight we will share
stare moodiness in the face 
and brush away 
dark ideas unresolved, unwanted
so what if the moon has no intention 
of keeping promises,
conviction is somewhere between chaos
and finding strength within. 

 

Photo credits: Jen. P Unsplash 

Posted for ‘Midweek Motif’ @ Poets United 

Posted on Tuesday Platform @ Real Toads