Verse: Honest Words

Fireside, the fire fights
to whelm the window of my mind
Eyes ablaze, you turn your gaze
toward the darkness, wasting time

In deepest dreams, or so it seems,
we complement, though disinclined
Our souls sing, through everything,
bones and bodies left behind

Temper tones, o vast unknown,
acquit this charge of your design
Else I shall sail while you prevail
O’er seas of carmine cord entwined

The tallest tale, past fell and vale:
To search, behold, but never find

Pond on a walk through Robertsau, Strasbourg in January, 2014