There’s a sweetness in the air
that’s calling me outdoors….
Yet, the comfort of my chair,
inspired imaginings quite rare,
(and fear of black flies everywhere)
enliven metaphors
within the rooms and corridors
inside this mystic’s mind.
It is there where I’ll explore
the bittersweetness that’s entwined
with thoughts of all I’ve left behind
to wage a holy war —
not only on a distant shore,
but one I cannot gauge.
Happening upon a stage
of chaos and collective rage —
the dawning of a brand new age —
while being so confined
may feel like I’ve been reassigned,
but faith is at my core.
There must be far more in store
for me than I’ve divined….
Intuiting, I find
that sweetness permeates the air
in an open mind, no matter where!