I am but new in this new arrange
A morbid and horrid of disengage
A little contact, I rid you off
A simple contract I must dissolve
Never a mist of cold terrains
Had I dismiss with needled pains
Still I walk with quiet compose
Strong and locked in focused pose
There I grew in deepest stress
Harden me with cold compress
Dare I bid a calm farewell
To a bowing distant hell
Calling me forth when I heard
With such displeasure in a lurch
There I sat with all my laces
Knitting great into white faces
Ghosts are lurking in the morn
When I wake up to my dawn
Plagued hath my mind become
With a regular distant hum
Be with me a patient pen
Writing silently in my den
Feeding dreams with elegant tones
That of pasty broken bones
Nightmares pause put on repeat
Over and over in my sleep
Dare I ask it once again
What is love to you my friend?
From the journals of
-Leoni Matahari
(my personal blog)