Wanting

A sinking feeling remains

the cold breeze of autumn return

whereby with streaking skies

the accent of winter will loom

gives a romantic flair

to a sunny afternoon.

 

Yet now the night,

the breeze turns slowly to a chill

the response to events

yet offering remedy at stake,

the craft of attraction

brought to a silent halt.

 

What we know today

feels like a lean upon slippery

rocks in a natural pull of gravity

seeking peace

yet lowering our sad yes

to find the chasm scream below.

 

We are the least important value

when a solemn regret is our scheme.


 

~ just finding my way, a personal journey ~