I am mad.
The question is not yet settled
whether all that is profound
is compassless in the vast ocean of lucid reason
I loved, unguided,
Among many millions of fragrant flowers
Knowing nothing of the world
Without mentor to govern
My tideful mind
A love for which there were no words
A most hermetic love to find
Are these the most arcane experiences to be had?
I'd be content to know not
Categories:
tideful, confusion, nostalgia, ocean, philosophy,
Form: Free verse