My Struggle

The Worlds I’m Seeking

I struggle …
I search for …

I see a flash of flowing colors that
quickly disappear;

The allure of light

with words unspoken/their sound


 Stolen lovers sometimes rarely seen

The light beneath
the bedroom door

the room of sight
I sometimes sleep in …

The other room I
laugh and cry in …

The other place
I sometimes dwell in …

The other space
I think and feel in
at other times gone by

under other moonlit skies …
on other darkest nights

in different lunar cycles
I wonder why …..

where are the words I need that
spark the night (?) that
clear the sky (?)
and light within
the colors
that make it all so
right (?)

Those words and light
that set me

free … ?