Curiosity

anote

I listen to notes,

take me on a certain journey,

could be jazz,

perhaps the Moody Blues,

another day with B.B. King.

I like to imagine being in the sailboat that appears,

when in the throes of Enya’s words.

I wonder sometimes where to go,

then find a melody, a certain ambience,

to match the cadence of my mood today.

I find I am lost in curiosity,

when just the flutes appear to soften the blow

of my mind’s hard fought surrender to reality.

Inside the fantasy,

of certain rhythm, perhaps just a nostalgic memory,

I’m bound to finish the exercise of definition.

That moment,

that circle in time,

brings me back to where I had begun

another time before I recalled,

this place I am today.

With music,

notes,

I suspend my

curiosity.

~

photo found on onlygoodpix

Advertisements

Deep Inside a Fathom Awaits

How often to choose, to travel inside,

When do the yearnings suggest we comply

There always awaits that worry to slide

Where in moment this world becomes why.

~

Last night, the winds that toss us aside

So present whistled across the night sky,

A pause of freedom in season with pride

Created sweet reflection in sole eye

~

Bursts of memory took a solemn ride

While clouds of despair presented the nigh

We cast our shadows without wishful tide

Might sweep love’s desire aside like a lie

~

Please, provide an island’s quiet release

That hidden fear’s torment evolve my peace.