Source

Reading into you
Searching endlessly
For the same page
The right script
The best score
The only beat
In time with
Imaginary
Baton flick
By some one called fate
The world an immense
Library of works
I wander in that palace
Of my mind for that one
Story where we meet
Before the final scene
Where we crescendo to
The lasting peace
The rest of history

Radiate

Illuminate from within
Inner world spinning
Radiating warmth
Yet no word escapes
No subtle hint
Makes its way
To my ears
Eyes only focus
On the glowing
Parts of me
You lit
In the darkness
Blinded myself
To passersby
Who ask me
For a light
I take them in
Crowd around
Warm yourself
By my fire

Unravelled

Let there be no doubt
No matter how well
I weave my way out
The web of thoughts
Weigh me down
In the most pleasant
Hypnotic way
Like a witch stitching
Magical tales
Casting incantations
I am wrapt completely
A bind of my own making
To pull at a loose end
To test its strength
Would surely lead to
My unraveling
In the meantime
Willing wearers
Be blessed adopted kin
Taking tribal yarning
Tales of daring
To edge of reason
Creating folk fables
From salt spray taste
Waiting for your return
Once again