Journey

Love doth tarry near the windswept passage

path to a heart hardened with ill won repute.

The same is weak for love, a sucker

for romance, a champion of love; lost and broken.

The muse of his evening hath blossomed forth

nearly, withdrawing back to bulb. Poison

without saturates the soil. Protective sheaf

is being formed, loved filled guidance from friends

true. Ill begotten love found out, holds sway

no longer.  Games played and played some

more, Real love beckons and calls bloom out,

beckoning forth, a realization of self.

Naked to self, holding pretense no more…

true strength lives within, the key is knowing.

Knowledge is truth. Truth will guide to home.