leafsailor (a poet)

the canvas of the mind is sour
untill the new page opened reveals
and captures the languid scent
i focus into the revelation that i am the road
and the heavy tread of the elephant
is the thundering appeal of my
hearts debtors demanding recompense
for all i failed to give when due
i have failed you leafsailor
i could not find the door back to
that road
i could not free myself
but my soul thanks you for that
ray of light that sustains