Imprint

I loiter now with fond employ, Discern somehow the path of joy. I linger here with feel and form, Prolong good cheer with feisty norms. I figure out the way of zest, Passion can shout in simple jest. I struggle then with ego's trend, Know where and when the curved road bends. I desire more the lines that show, Stray thoughts galore dilute the flow. I listen hard to find the spark, A struggling bard seeks a new mark. I imprint thought that surge strong feel, Allow the plot to nudge reveal. I simply wait for that sure flow, Silence now baits that magic show. I gather now the straying strains, Feel words endow a message plain. Leon Enriquez 13 January 2015 Singapore