Rejoice

Dry sand
 barren land

Devoid of water
   no fountain well or spring
withers heated sting

Empty room
   books stolen
   candles burnt

Flown out from cages
   a feather remains
      before nicked by wind

Dark basement
   locked doors
      square keys
         round holes

A ship sets sail from horizon
   real you must be, I'll suffer no ruse!
   endless these nights
      return me my muse!   
DreamingTaoTiger DreamingTaoTiger
26-30, M
Jan 12, 2013