I must go down to my happiness again, to the reclusive loneliness,
And all I want to ever achieve is a feat of good health,
And good tidings from love and pretenders
And a graying ode to misery, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to watch the sunrises, for the urban tide of a bubble,
Is a loving call to be ignored from muses that prosper in heart;
And all I ask for is a sign of redemption from the stars,
And the cry of a sunset guile’d on my loneliness, and the fate calling me.
I must go back to love again, to vignettes casting a spell on my wounds,
To the soul’s maverick and a wild oat, where the flow is uninhibited by nature;
And all I ask for is a tinge of merry ol’ love from you on the death bed,
And some quiet endless frowns settling on my stately mind-in gloom.
January 19, 2012
Eastlandah
