Pleasure of Words

As Light falls, and Darkness diffuses into nightly space, I have not -   a home to go; a heart to caress; or a Soul to Mind But,I have a poem to write; a canvas to paint; a glass to fill; a song to sing; and   a dream to nurture I free the longing words; throw the chaotic colours; sing in wilderness; raise the glass Of sour fluid to Night's glory; meditating on my Dreams In distorted dizziness, yielding to vices, I wander, in loneliness, singing the song of Solitude

Sun cruising down the horizon, lit the Church's Red Cross in a faintly glow The Secondary School, in the Church's Premises, saw its long gone students reuniting after years, reveling  in the sweet sorrow of the evening, lost in memories of the bygone years. Watching all leave,I retreated into The   Church's embrace, burdened   by inexplicable angst I knelt in supplication seeking   redemption. As Twilight dissolved into Night, I walked back, reminded of the verse: 'Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest'

Your illusory expressions  draw me hither and thither  Attempting redemption I fall into misery's chasm Your charms rouse  the flames of fire only to be doused by thy unreasoned anger  Enigma of the wildest kind Your yes and no are masked by  unfathomable fuzziness  And I tremble in fear Frozen by love's fury Incapable of action  I stand gasping  forever forlorn!   !