An Omnibus of Thoughts

With withered leaves I weave my boat

and seemingly float it on the vast

I know not how to swim , ‘coz they know not how to cast

Either ways the roaring torrents

Sail -thro’ -forth to seek the path,

But duly arrested beneath those waters 🌊

It’s nature’s ensemble held to heart

And to the boat which voyages in such a myriad

Borne o’er currents,

groping over many idle hours,

Of that journey,

taken in deep, and stretched —much too far—

To greet the heavenly over visions steadfast

For somewhere —out there,

From whence comes grace,

Tiding full length over passion’s smarts

And so —in all, gravely ebb’d,

risen in spirit over every part

O! that it were as it was—

a deep seeded vision, stuck to march

A Vista over fields beyond—

all together, yet trodden apart

Amidst those heavens of glistening stars

A hope ‘therefrom gleaming right across

With time leaving shores at horizon’s arch

A serene sea lingers on supernal hours

💫✨ 🧡🦢🦢🦢🧡 ✨💫

February 9th,2024 ✍️ © Madhu Goteti