“ Night Follies ” ~ a chilling journey ~

 

I’ve a feeling I fly

In the dying light

Of a hostile sky,

Ever urging me on

This endless flight,

Be dream er deems

A chilling journey

Of night folly extremes…

 

Nights the like

Emerge but to blur

My anxious reach

For sapient deter,

I seek to compose

To author propose

Held liberal worth,

Of nights to dispose

With merit want spare,

Said weary night follies! 

                          

“ Extremes ” ~ in abstract matter ~

 

I’ve felt extremes

Of ardent sweet

To blatant mean,

And I’ve been glad

As well as sad,                                                                   

But far too often

I might add

Squandered so

Time recklessly,

Ostensibly exploring

Eclectic means,

Of sorting out

The abstract

I’m about,

Living in greys

Of wistful dreams

In disordered ways,

Anxious to find

A mind at peace

That might be mine,

Far from extremes!