This isn’t the moment

to lose all hope, although

the rain brings nightly sweats

 

& garden looms a jungle of

leaves too green.

 

This isn’t the moment

to waver, forget the wish,

run for death or divinity,

 

though dreams of mounting

seas & monster creatures lurk

they stalk me nightly.

 

Why has it been so long?

The road diverged,

its darkness mesmerising.

 

Nothing tames that sense

of being alone, except

those lovers’ moments

 

not meant to have or hold,

a disconnect of mind;

 

but over there

& out of sight

the primal spirit breathes

 

through me.