I look into the abyss
Slow down the spiral
Stare deep into darkness that shines
Envelopes
Embraces
Caresses
I'm searching for a story
Hoping I'll see a ghost
Wanting to follow
The seldom trod path that would take me
To imagination
I want to see movement
Progression
Something I can remember
Something I can sing about
Something I can write down
Something that makes sense

I'm tired
I'm so tired of trying to twist and fold the moment
I'm sick of being so ******* impressed
So sure that I could do no more
There could be anything more to do

I thought myself a sage
I convinced myself I was a poet
Yet my deepest fear was that someone would understand my poetry

Still
Even now the snow whirls a static blizzard 'neath the glass
What I wouldn't give to infuse form and color
Solidity
To mold the void into living dream