Words

I shall not measure my day

Chart it's course, Or

Analyse whether it's better

Than my yesterday

I choose instead to drown

In my sorrows, 

slowly skin the pain -

Experience its horrors!

Or delight in elation

Of free flight

Over rainbows bright

Unhindered - 

No horizon in sight.

To Be, to breathe - ALive, 

this moment's my ultimate High,

I Leave books and charts to scholars,

And follow the lute of wise.

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Bereft, without a

hand to hold -

I reached to skies,

Light streamed, wrapping 

My fingers.

I reached into water

She laughed, with a cooling hold.

I reached to winds

Who played, caressing 

with a lover's touch.

Loved thus,

I resumed my journey -

Ahead.