Night of Misconceptions

Night of Misconceptions

A night of misconceptions sailing through the bliss.
Thru fog of insecurity, curtains veiled in mist.
A tempting only folly and ignorance can fate,
A stoic foolish wandering, solitary in its weight.

A kind and noble feeling, intention, be it great,
Does not a simple treasure make, does not a temper stake.
How can an intuition, a premonition or a fate,
Take this maddening preposterity beyond the realm of hate?

A simple vow, not word nor deed, must be given from the start.
Be gone ye discontentment, be still thy yearning heart.
The eve of disillusionment yields dawning of the light,
Proves only to the damned and doomed, enlightenment and flight.

Find wretched in these gnarled joints, find twisted in thy soul
A world of pure entanglement of early angered toil.
Beleaguered animosity, a time to sing the host
Discovery of places past, of doing, done and ghost.

A predecessor fast and fond, a fingerling of time.
Brought spring and summer, noble guests, in simple singing rhyme
Now autumn wind descend upon this sun baked, arid hide.
A slyness sent from northern lights, slithered in amongst the tide.

“To seek folly in this curtained veil, eyes closed to destination
With not a guiding light, will fail!” so called the incantation,
“The years are fast upon you. Your wisdom, be it deep,
Surely cannot guide you if you travel as you sleep.”