
Idling under the tree of insanity I linger a moment too long Her tendrils slowly creep down Envelope me and lull me to sleep
I dream of wild horses prancing In the summer haze surrounded By dandelions and dragonflies Cavorting in open meadows
The lilac sky throbs, aching To disperse its moisture Waiting for a spark to ignite And light up an electric night
A parliament of owls sit stoically Above, observing the folly Of my own impatient yearning’s And rapacious desires
Melancholy inevitably creeps in Like a billowing sea fog Silence tumbleweeds a path Toward the vertigo of isolation
Endless musings of otherness Suffocate an inner stillness Which would otherwise bring Respite for the long journey ahead
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