Conditions of Confusion

Conditions of Confusion I close my eyes and listen, I wait and try to hear, yet still no sound approaches, the same as every year- another circle finished, retracing steps go past, again the picture's shattered, in broken shards of glass- A lonely howl of anguish, a cry of laughter soft, the fallen dew a silver drop, upon the forest moss- but where is it still hiding, that sweet, elusive sound, the music and the symphony, that clear and crystal sound- waves of power crest, then sink into despair, in heavy burdened flying, still laden, without share- to soar and ne'er be conquered, or drown, yet still alive, and whispers on the fleeting breeze, of darkened skies and shallow seas. ~Meredith Ann