Difficult Ambition

i saw the footprints on the sands of the oasis, and the loamy soils around the rose garden, i also saw prints on the mountains: the strings that aid the climber, i also saw them go the other way around; (evidence of return,decent) but i still look for the prints on the sky around the moon, and so i still stare up,neck bent, cos she turned a million miles a meter in the darkness of the woods,dungeon, hungry heart when she smiled at me. i saw me descend the valleys(i didn't know) went anticlockwise(couldn't imagine) high among the milky she holds my heart. my feet never touched the ground: no job,office,domain. circles:the universe, clock ,and me, impeccable gyration,for the arrow i fired keeps descending,and so she still takes me along(no direction)just the way it was when i first saw her. . bitter sweet is what i utter when i am immensed in water hung afloat to the stinging rays of the sun bitter sweet is what i mummur when the sun steps down for the moon light is life dark is doom a valve of contradiction regulates an appetite of glutt if not i am sunk in the abyss and gulped up in diarriahoe i get good milk and millet for nagging and shout, i am curled up in a spoon i dare not taste yonder and yonder my heart wonders to a place known as comfort ground where i am still under the sheets and my eyes transfixed to the sleeping eyelids and lips of my ever bitter sweet