betwixt

Capricorn golden, amaranth & kasbah blue
sounding strangely like a meadowlark's song
searching i am
for 

something  . .
as I dervish wildly;
slicing the fragments of my bindings
whirling madly waiting for the collateral damage & blood
just when i believed all secrets & paradigms were caged. . .
I catch the scent of some mystery, some truth still buried
illusive & teasing. . .
tolerance adapts : leaving me numb - resigned
until the warmth of that shine and the richness of that song nudge the hollowness
and
I
dance
scouting & revealing 

love's
trust

&

truth