#2

by me

Oh the joy to know the unfading unending 

satisfaction serenely experienced in surrealism and dreams.

An experience, I say again, unknown to me,

is the security and self-assuredness of a relationship

not seen ever inching closer to death's door.

What spiraling madness is my mind playing on me now?

Or is it my heart? Who is to blame?

Who is it that wins when my inner voices

tell me that loneliness is all I will know?

There seems yet another harkening here,

some public defender, some advocate of peace,

perhaps that voice from the stillness, 

as in that old text. Rather yet it may 

still be the kindness blessed to me by cosmos and stars,

or maybe the generosity of smiles by saints surrounding me.

This melodic whisper floats to me asking the pupils to let in 

those sights of friends stayed near, held fast to my heart.

But bravery is needed in remembrance of such things.

Is there any truth to warmth when the sun has finally blown out?

"Don't be so dramatic! Remember," says the former

no one likes a melodramatic fool."

Hush!

Bravery is needed in the remembrance