lost inside a bermuda triangle
of emotion-
unable to make out where
my heart has hidden…
unsure of where my feet
are stepping…
still though, i keep looking
above the clouds- perchance
to catch a view from where
i’ve come-
possibly to see how
i might return home…

misty confusion lines my eyes
with a sweet haze
captivating me with tales of great
love and endurance
oh to have wings to fly from this
prison of my own making
and into the vast blue of
destiny
i would climb upon the shoulders of
my fate and swell into the lost
interface of my heart
and head