Midnight Perils

Agony hides in the 

midnights of perils as 

I journey to you.

I choke amidst 

rapids of questions and
despair in dawns that 

dare not answer,

walk the trails of 

trenchant reason and
sift the forests for 

fallen stars.

Calculating clouds 

command my caution 

as a tranquil sky taunts me with 

the rays of Sun.

How much longer 

must I tread on dirt that neither
abets my footsteps nor 

buries me.

How much longer 

must I stare at the silent, 

snow-covered peaks of
myth's mountains and 

invention's hills.

Must I torch my path 

through the hushful, secret caves of love and loss 

to wait for the echoes of 

your Self to guide me.

How much longer.

Guide me.