BENEATH MIDNIGHT'S DRIFT      

 
all this time  
so many years  
of weak kneed  
hope  
beneath my masks  
a life  
pretending  
   
experience  
and emptiness  
the sheltering wings  
uncertain shadow  
of isolations  
loneliness  
   
behind my act  
all these years  
so much wasted time  
lost in all  
that needless  
trembling  
   
lifes seasons  
cycle on  
in endless lessons  
of the soul  
with life  
and death  
each  
a new  
beginning  
   
in every flow  
of blood  
and breath  
eventually comes  
yet another  
ending  
   
still  
mind continually  
deceives  
this veil  
of flesh  
that is me  
wherein spirit abides  
yearning in futility  
for so much  
more  
than mind alone  
believes  
it deserves  
along its present  
temporal life s
ongoing journey
here