Maze

Here I lay, blanketed by the night
Looking beyond the horizon's stretch
Cradled by the waves, sleep is enticed
Yet the soul carries its midnight lamp
Searching through medieval maze
Stumbling on rocks that ravaged the knees
Still the drive to find you is nevertheless existent
Lost on the path blinded by the walls
The ground steadily clutches my feet to halt
Still I labor to search for you.
Barricading the path leading was possible
Leaving this journey into ease.
Though this life may slumber unexpectedly
This heart will never stop whispering your name.

10/8/98
Persevere child, persevere.

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