Grasping at the Stems

 

Grasping at the stems

Arises truth again,

Simplicity foreseen, yet

The gleaming light scarcely trickles through the ambry of doubt.

Instead, I order a drought of connection

To compress sentiment into pretending

The realm of joy lies in the pending

While open scars await mending

Lending the drive to the hindrance of worth,

While sheer resolution was gifted at birth.

A humble union with the grounds of earth

And what lies upon her

Shalt not wither the war of mistrust

Nor the gyves of yearning end,

May the moment be still

A cry to transcend.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s