523. Contexts

Aflame, no captivated soul resists
the call of knowledge hidden,
but prior wisdom kept denied
and marked the clues forbidden —

So toiled off in vain perhaps,
ever closer to coherent answers:
yet will breakthroughs bring delight
or leave new puzzles even stranger?

Notes:
If there are answers, I have questions…or is it an addiction?
T: 11

522. Momentary

Dare we a moment linger here,
a respite before dawn,
embracing smiles fading fast
before awaking to move on;

Shall we at night retire there,
exploring ‘midst the thoughts,
where dreams provide us joy
that life by day cannot.

Notes:
“One hope at a time, one step then another…” Best not get lost in dreams though, when reality is 2/3rd of every day.
T: 8

521. Glasses

From afar the sunlight brought
a midnight heart-to-heart its end,
yet even as your figments fade
my longings still persisted here —

The mornings promised quite a mix
between a coffee cup and errands,
but all were shades of grays compared
to the cherished strawberry blonde there.

Notes:
On a roll this week. Might have found the ideal writing hour I think, even if it’s in a rather inconvenient place of the day…
T: 21

520. After All

If days in span are much too long
for what a moment could consist,
and still were hours much beyond
what the wasteful found remiss,

then fleeting minutes can suffice,
or even seconds rapt in bliss,
that a lifespan it would seem
when lost in moments of a kiss.

Notes:
An unexpected lovey turn as stanza two crystallized, but hey happy writing keeps the mind and heart youthful.
T: 23

519. Someday

Find me in that future near
where all our pasts forgave;
find me in the present here
yearning for that life to live —

Come meet me in that dream
so sweetly sung of youthful
ere jaded morning, we shall be,
and wake no longer hopeful.

Notes:
“In dreams you will lose your heartaches; whatever you wish for you keep.” But I was never satisfied with dreams alone…
T: 8

518. Baggages

Is pride of such deserved
that deference we would cede,
and greet our better angels
with a kiss upon the cheek?

Has kindness sparked a scorn
so bitter with forgiving,
that even devils seem sincere
compared to such a living?

Notes:
If we can’t be virtuous, at least be honest, and with the self if not beyond.
T: 17

517. Movements

You’ll suffer hours lost up front
for hope of dividends to match,
but investing one-for-ones
yields little more than naught —

Yet praised you’ll be at least,
for motions point to effort,
and lazy are the shy to give
an ounce of futile past inert.

Notes:
“Strategy without tactics is the slowest path to victory; tactics without strategy is noise before defeat.” And yet it seems I am rewarded in life for being tactical but not strategic…
T: 6

516. Dark

How precious burns the hope
precarious on the midnight candle,
whose vision of the world is dim,
but dreams of more, unflappable;

And long were nights that passed
whose day brought only sorrow,
yet hope inscribed in paltry light
may yet prevail life’s shadows.

Notes:
“Wait for it. I’m willing to wait for it.”
T: 9

515. Curiosity

If pasts and mysteries light a spark
that keep your nights awoken,
and linger just between your breaths
as you peruse what’s spoken —

The walls of time stood wide and vast,
and history kept the details sparse,
but scattered clues can weave a tale
to keep alight that wonder spark.

Notes:
At least, that is until you make a blunder and lost 40+ posts. Lesson learned about making backups…
T: 6

514. Homeward

In my corner of a pre-dawn dark,
with scarce a light but stars to guide me,
I walked and wandered for the heart
whose sleepless sought to find you —

So dreamed I did in quiet wake,
that strolling in the night could mend
what neither sunlight, nor a yearn’,
our roads diverged to cross again.

Notes:
You know what would also be a good idea? Sleeping at night…
T: 14