Why do these sad songs
in the large lonely quietness
pull at my heart so?
Why does that lone running shadow
chasing amber lights in the night
stir such melancholy within?
Is this just a poet’s soul,
or am I still drifting
with the wind and waves?
Perhaps the inexplicability of the heart
was never meant to be comprehended –
such is the beauty of
the ephemeral.
katie's reveries 