Photo by Justin Novello on Unsplash

A poignant pose

On a worthy cause

A crusade far far away

Hell bent, never to flutter

Therein lies the beauty

Of the paradox within

Come unto me, but if do so thee

Relinquish that which was relished

Tether tether inviolably

A knot for every cringe of the past

Mark the words, tame the crave

Carry forward the whiff of the draft

Tread upon sands of time

Sail along winds of breath

But disappear not You please

For there shall be, will always be

Prints of ache in the void