A treacherous course the cerebral craze
Which offers clear praise
For a pure ventured gaze
My boat was adrift
Fast was too slow
Slow was to fast
It takes a sailor
To reach
The ball of the mast
Such delicate delight her dutiful ways
From lips thru the maze
For a pure ventured gaze
My boat was adrift
Fast was too slow
Slow was to fast
It takes a sailor
To reach
The ball of the mast
Should it have been, or could it have been
Châz
September 2023
I started this poem more than 3 years ago. I’m trying to say something. I hope to find my voice, soon.