Blind Ambition

Written by: Bernadette Langer

I dwell in somber grays
hovering between black
and deepest blue
amid seas of troubled waves
endlessly cascading
before my eyes

while silent willow trees
sadly drape themselves
as if in mourning

and yet I seek not
the yellow of sunshine
nor the pink of roses

ask not for calm breezes
to caress my skin
nor embrace my heart

and my hands will always reach
to comfort willow trees
with acceptance of their grieving

for my eyes constantly crave
the myriad of imperfections
of life's truest beauty

and I will not gaze upon
the superficial
and deem it anything more
than blind ambition...