Before dawn wind rushes
driving night’s chill westward
so vestiges of darkness
send shivers along my spine.
Am I to be tested by fire?
Tempered, as steel, to forge the keener blade
Can I possibly survive?
No time to prepare
Shoved over cliff by sorrows
Float down now, gently
Somewhere, sometime, you were Wounded
Maybe as early as infancy when you were denied
All the essentials of the bonding experience
Perhaps the wounds were inflicted
Lonely is just one word chosen to represent so much
To tell of feelings inside that the senses cannot touch
Lonely can be in the teardrops on a bereaved person's cheek
If Ignorance be Bliss
One may not seek for this
But if Intelligence is Unwise
One might not choose such prize
Love came late
Or, I came late to Love
There I’ve said it.
On the edge I stand
Constructing paper airplanes
Crisp clean fresh sheets
Free of any dark remark
Night’s paling azurite horizon
cloaked in a gossamer veil of clouds
briefly contests the sunrise
thus allowing nights last stars