A Trail To My Heart Poem by KENNETH FORDHAM

A Trail To My Heart

Withdrawn from troubles,
My cloudy existence,
Skims the bitter depths,
Ascending in free flight,
Beyond the confines of the starry sky.

Pulling out your deepest feelings,
How do you relate,
Clandestine pleasure,
To a pillow of perdition?

Demons make whoopee in your brain,
Like gut worms by the millions.

Eyes brimming with involuntary tears,
Under the invisible shield of an angel,
This dainty monster,
Drunk with sunlight,
Plays with the wind,
Chats with the clouds,
In an admiring heart,
Gathers divine honors.

Divine remedies for our impurities,
Purest essence,
The language of flowers,
A flicker of pleasure,
Like a bird in the forest.

Weave my mystic crown,
Blaze a trail to my heart,
My Special Angel.