Consumed by solitude,
deprived from modern configuration of man made science,
breathless treading through unknown fortitude.
Oh west wind! Embrace my will and shut my sight,
distill me from this mechanical grievance.
Fly with me like the days of old, take me to the mistiest mountain top
whom is as lonesome as the beats in my heart.
Unveil before me the root of all existence then whisper it to the ever
present moon.
Scenic beauty devours my essence,
my heart gives way and I slip into eternal slumber.
Categories:
mistiest, natureme, me,
Form: Free verse