My first poem of the year and neither resentment nor refined love will reside in these words or take refuge in my reluctantly resurgent heart.
For I bear a ravenous appetite for life’s silver platter with romance revered through love a la carte.

An uncontrollable thirst thrashes in my throat thriving in my esophagus as a craving for the Open Road infuses my bones.
How long I withered away waiting writhingly to walk the paths I’ve woefully dreamt about that ought but take me to all unknowns.

A path paved perfectly between the placid hills of the East and passionate oceans of the West wherein paramount knowledge plagues the mind.
But there is no foretelling the fabled beauty of the open Sky, the Stars fluorescing and illuminating the epiphanies I frantically search to find.

From love to life to salvation and struggle, the Stars send down their answers easing the sleepless sorrows consuming my dreamless slumber.
However, I am saved through the comfort of knowing I know not of anything in all that there is to know from this off chance cosmic encounter