Not Just In My Mind Poem by Henrique Ankerkrone Caldas

A cave of marvels lies incongruous,
Which wreaks me ever close to my demise.
An umbral fate awaits—bleak torturous—
Yet from dispirited duress, I rise.
Who swayed anxiety to my release?
What could I sight from she who tamed my cuffs?
A Violet strand within Raven fleece.
Elusive Tiffany on Midnight puffs.
A brief exchange of weaving eyes, bereft,
This bound lithe soul leaps with, eternally.
A fabler Will-o'-wisp, a carnal theft
When freedom lights reside internally.
A kindled meadow I sure hope to find.
A vibrant dawning not just in my mind