Allure.

Legato drawstrings tempt the blinds down, As heavy eyes burden my sight Soft light etches on the wall Perplexing, vague visages Stories of its absence, Of nothingness and empty, And with mollified ease, Filter into strained images; The pen lays to rest; My mind filled with plenty. Sheets to nestle, Ebb and flow of the night: A gentle allure. A gentle allure. All the while Pondering the ideas Jotting down, That seem to escape me; In intimate strokes, Appear impassioned stanzas Just how it truly feels With hopes of forging honesty. At the end of the roads Starting artist’ journey, only when And the sauntering. Then, Writing until the world quiets. Then, A pause for a breath, Resume: A pause for a breath, Resume: Read between the lines, words like sea swell, ivy vines entwine; Each path only second-taken, reprise with reiterated intent, Impart parallel sentiment, methodology and manic scrawls, Ocean's divide and forests' embrace met: Comprehension. Nostalgic and fresh in mind, you find your answers soon: Separation, once left, self-references with a gentle allure.