poems

I waft from here to there

All the while aimless, yet inspired. 

I drift on the breeze of 

Background conversation 

Subtle beats echoing out 

My window. 

I am being lofty, 

As a wayward elf, 

To achieve 

A sheer delight 

From this chaos miasma. 

Rising as such above,

The clouds far below

Verging on entering

The cosmos

Listening to the sound of

Space whales

The wheedling noises

Tinkling silently

As the planet spins around. 

And yet where am I but

A dreamy dream, 

To be accosted by kindness

And grilled about my truth 

I'm prone to part

Under Persuasion 

My everything thought. 

I thought no one 

Would ever care

Or notice

My one woman war

A wat for hearts

For souls

For deaf ears

And blind eyes

But it's over now

And all the shame

Is defeated.

So I waft here and there

And I raise myself up to meet the sky

Whike yhe years drift on by

In my state of repose.

Who is to know the future?

The prophets surely

Not I.

As a person,

I steer. A charge to nowhere

But the sky

On high

With a warbling sound.