I am left longing in the
shadows (whisp)
for the infinite maze
seems to warrant an end.
Skies, an arm-reach away
The ground rooted firm
(never leaving feet)
This norm prevailing
as heaven gets closer (to
earth)
Lunging and screaming –grabbing
inklings of the crystalline air
Yet, the ground still held strong.
And as stars seemed just within
grasp —
Sun’s authority glared across —
Sky and heaven rose as one
while ground dropped back to futility
and night’s blessed grail fled
as I am left longing
in the shadows
(whisp)
Wax Poetic 