May the nimble night-bound muse,
Adrift on lovers' dreams
Of Capulets and Montagues,
The stuff of star-crossed schemes,
Untend this office of the heart
For but a moment's glance.
May she guide all I impart
Upon a sea of chance.
This world is wrought with fruitless tales
That hadn't wings to fly
In bottles tossed by full force gales
Upon sea shores in the sky.
So, admire my cause, O mother of God.
My quivered dreams 'wait que.
And I need but your solemn nod
To send them all home true.
©JWJ2022
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The Perpetual Array
PoetryIt's just some poems I wrote to help me make sense out of what, at times, feels senseless. They don't all rhyme but there was a reason for every one of them. I hope at least someone can make some sense out of this humble collection, which will und...
