I Hide Between Words
27 May 2015
23:45
My strong belief that all will turn out fine
Is the one thing that truly i possess
That i am etched in to the grand design
averts me from such torrents of distress.
When muses visit midnight dreams of late
And tempt me with their cunning peaceful arts
There's little else to do but contemplate
The blessings that my life and sage imparts.
For in the fretful fragments of my fears
Lies a realm both structured and absurd
To there i travel through worries and through years
To the abundant spaces between words.