What dark narrative of the heart still stands?
Solitude of silence to sit seeing the beats
Lost in the lingering presence of love
A potent potential of the pristine
Please pray the oil of pessimism moves past
Beyond bowing and bustling
Never quite trusting
What was wasted and tasted
In the elevated thoughts of evening
What meaning can it explain?
To enter the eroded valley
For what a single soul might see.