Comforts In The Dark

Mysterious poems, endless …words Wisteria - windings on my mind. The millponds ripple silently heard: Distils, conspires with every rhyme. Every touch every nerve trembling. It's all leading to an end: Let's not pretend the gifts I'm learning Shall, in these rivers, endlessly wend. Every footfall beat is a beating heart. Running-backwards-to the start Oh, all my passions …when did we depart Then only find our comforts in the dark. Isn't the white page not yet smudged? The best of all conceived, never written Life and love they're always fudged. Is, at the end of our yarn the vision? Mysterious poems, endless …words Wisteria - windings on my mind. The millponds ripple silently heard: Distils conspires with my every nerve In times of darkness: to fly like a bird.