A Buoyant Mind

 

 

I duly write,
to open the eye,
to spit the tannins
to taste the wine,
to ready the ink -
my lids to wink,
Pens to parchment
hearts to think,
Lights get through,
paradise hues,
Shining
With, and not AT you,
Listening
connects the link...
In this realm
my ship don’t sink,
I stare down fear
 I do not blink,
I raise the goblet of
Knowledge
And Drink

© Arkay Evans 2013 -2014