Poetics
Life’s least motions
are exalt emotions
touching the rare
and exposing bare
the heart’s devotions;
love another’s care
never to seek or dare
to cross alone - life’s oceans.
The air is froth in the madness of sanity
where reason slips into clouds of enmity
between the light’s inure
and a velvet dream’s allure
seeking flight’s answer for height
while the abyss explains the night;
the rain’s graces will not abide
pain’s need to hide.