Whispers Of A Longed For Salvation

the earth lets freedom roam  
O'er the moonlight’s glorious glow  
breezes carry sweet anticipation  
desire mitigates unworthiness
fallow ground now ripe pasture  
aftermath of my shattered illusions  
but serenely sculpted perfection  
by the sweet silence of whispers  
in genuine inflection  
    
Yes,  
the fool’s dance  
with effortlessness  
partners so comfortably  
    
Assuaged  
brief in the radiance  
of misunderstanding    
hitherto I beseech contemplation  
to render such moments ineffable  
    
'Tis happenstance that plays on a journey  
of lone self discovery  
fetters to be liberated  
as meritorious certainty falls

like a ritualistic sanguine spill  
pulsing from chasmal  
acrid lesions  
    
caresses a worthy spirit  
in sweet exultation  
that was firmly possessed