Blindfolds Removed

When stillness lies unbroken my heart dreams of timeless peace. My poems do not reckon or discern that peace may cease. With a heavy hand moonlight draws for me pictures of placid accord. New days will dawn and bring heartbreak; a poet's heart is tied to time's cord. I'll watch the summer sky explode without concern for what the near future holds, no awareness of ulterior schemes. I've not been told of moral blindfolds. Poised recklessly, each frame of my dream world these next few weeks is about to be revealed as truth speaks of rogue techniques. February 5, 2020 Sponsor Kai Michael Neumann Contest Name The Poet's Hands Are Tied Deadline: Friday, July 2, 2021 Edward Ibeh: Pick A Title, Vol 13 - Lyric - Poetry 3. Down the Primrose Path