Passages lost under currents of desperation
Words once read, vanquished like the day
As night arises, these passages become silent
Holding me as I struggle to write.
Now dormant messages forgotten, like so often
Beneath the darkness I am waiting to be found,
Certainly I am present encapsulated in this hour
Upon these moments of withering words
Thus illustrate; so my desires most likely found
Beneath these wandering passages of time collide
Approaching hours keep awake as a new year begins
As alluring elements seductive and alive do thrive
Provoking an eternity of compassion, I do hold.
