Fondness

A whisper in mad morning,
earnest flutterings of an unquiet mind,
forever nearer to what I perceive as glee,
untold memories, linger within.

Soft silver afternoon,
dispensed my former gloom
revived by aeons of not-quite-belonging here,
and thoughts induced of what might have been.

A slinking sense of fondness
for all that was, and myself included,
pervades my inner sanctum now,
and no crow appears too dark,
no heart shows up too scarlet,
as all is as all should be.

Statutory Muse

World unfold a tearful eye
Over seas of tranquil glee

Further up ahead I glance
Something I had longed to see

Clouds that smile upon my face
Fondness from on high

All the signs still to retrace
My soul must crave to fly.