“ Musings ” ~ that fed my mind ~

 

I should’ve known

There’d be a day,

When musings then

That fed my mind,

Might find suspend

Held dedicated mend,

Hence ne’er again

Succours one find,

Alternate that allays

Soul nurturing ways,

Save musers badly frayed!

 

 

“ A Distant Voice ” ~ that beckons ~

I hear a cry

Tormented so,

Tears by the by

Do leave a wake

Of such dismay,

Mind has need

To find a way,

If but to still

A distant voice,

Whose forlorn cry

Allays not beckon,

Into the night

Its waning words

In dismal plight,

Wants restore whole

Thus begs relight,

Man’s dark lost soul!