Wednesday, June 29, 2011

The Labyrinth

I am lost
within a maze of myself,
my sight stripped
by a darkness
that my fingers must now
attempt to understand
by tracing the cracks
along the walls.

I feverishly run them
into corners and dead ends.
And now they ache
with the pain of having to wander
these abstract and tangled halls
waiting for some
mystic zephyr to point the way.

At a crossroads,
I glimpse you
amidst a glow of tranquility
that sheds a sunset over your hair
gently dancing to the left.

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