Within the blurry depths of misty realms,
Where answers seem to slip beyond our reach,
Where sounds and colours seem to pale and bleach,
Where past and future seem to lose their helms,
I love to wander side by side with fears
And feel the breathless pulse constrict my space
And hear the pounding silence face to face.
I love my halting steps with calm veneers.
It's here I know I'll meet my secret self.
The dark within will breed some living charm.
Perhaps I'll take that tome from my mind's shelf,
Ignoring screams of inner fire alarm,
And read about my pooka kind of elf
Who mingles fun and Gothic kind of harm.
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dVerse Poets' Pub ~ Miltonian sonnet ~ ABBA-ABBA-CDCDCD
