The Search for The Poet

Find me under the amber lights,

crowded by the darkness;

pulled by the tides of mystery,

and attempting to fill an empty

heart that’s heartless.

Find me upon the dock,

where the Moon rest its’ head,

and the Ocean whispers secrets,

while the waves crash into my bed.

Find me in a garden,

where the Rose befriends the Violet;

the Sun sings them to sleep,

as they grow older, and stale.

In this cell,

find me in seclusion;

provoked by pain,

enchanted by the secrets of life,

and giving breath to human illusion.

Find me…

and let me know where I am.


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