Sense of Sereanity
The curtains hold the sunlight at bay
Covers wrapped up around my insanity
A lull, a tranquility, envelopes
The paper bearing witness to my demons
Verse upon verse of amours and confessions
There in with the darkness of this cloaked room
A sense of serenity
As the knife stabs at my insanity
Very black is I
Gwydion and Hafgan
Dance in the meadows of my mind
Naked is the lost one
Whose mind falls into the sea
Serenity and Insanity embrace
In naked harmony
As strength ebbs and blood flows
Fading from this Celtic world
Alone and insane
The last call of reality, over the horizon
Oh Tegwen
Note: This poem was inspired by Tim Smith's poem "Sense of Serenity" and the following discussion we had in the Poetrysoup chat room! Was great fun all who participated!
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