Sifting through the many incomplete thoughts looming
He'd scribble scraps of words unto the page
Desperate to crack his own code.
Desperate to decipher the meaning of his minds intent and focus on the true meaning behind his words
Only the coherent fragments win a space in this page
Yet unanswered questions still linger
And he is no more or less understood
Than he was at the beginning of this line
The lonely muse whispers
Summoning for his attention
Enticing was her allure
Tempting though was she
Could it break him free
From raptured unrest
As he profusely knotted fragmented thoughts.
Words danced and played
Along these pages
Each contorted movement
Deliberate in its attempt
Back and forth
A fixated contemplation
It flows effortlessly - these lines dedicated to her.
Binding reality with fantasy in honor of her name
In response to her call.
Olsfred James & Gloreen Lake 2016©
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