Distracted.
Where tides of low spirit roll in waves of dejection
my vessel of distracted conscience
heaves and moors
on shores which reach to unforeseen heights
of realization
as allurement appears
and a squall
is where my perplexity lies in passion\'s reflection.
Where the dull of my life meets storm of destiny,
in a boat of disorientated misplacement
is where I am
and tossed it seems by dropped anchor forever.
Where mind\'s sense leads my questioning heart
to the spot where attraction rises,
waking wild oceans of floundering resolve
is where seduction convention defies
because new love
has begun a song that longs to leave its mark.