mayawrites

Multifacted paintings, two sides of otherworldly coins,

Free of roots rein, uprooted from its soils.

As it wanders and attaches to the fresh scent of serendipity,

Forced to adapt, vulnerable, masking spurts of sensitivity.

A kite, dominating the skys with its subtle frame,

A king who bravely conquers his reign,

A lion who seemingly can never be tame,

A troubled heart who is temporarily sane.

Yet by twilight, the kite is pulled from its manipulative string,

The king will ascend his seldom noble throne,

The lion will be victim to circus’s ring,

And the bothered heart will tweak and groan.

The naïve carpet is a slave,

For it recedes on humanity’s brink,

It is a creature who wants to bring and brave,

Grasp more than a glimpse of serenity’s rink.