Wings whooshed with a whispered will
To break the silence as my mind stood still
The blanket of blankness pulls away
As my gaze is drawn to look their way
A reverie revealed by the ravens route
Of dreams —and a destiny —that remove my doubt
Regret and remorse remain for a moment
Then fade away, the dispersion their bestowment
I breathe renewal and cleanse my mind
And then search for the moment I wish to find
Trying locked doors and peering into spaces
I see old places —faint faces—vague traces
Chills tingle my skin as I find it once more
It is dim and dull and dark like before
I grasp to hold it so I can see
But, suddenly—they snatch it away from me.
JArtB
19 JANUARY 2019