A Quest on Overdrive … :)

An eccentric rambler on life's lessons and mercies, found and lost… :)


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For Serenity

Serenity knocks.
She’s the Blue Moon visitor.
The one most folks miss.

She’s rare, that she is.
Rarer than that famed blue moon.
Long-awaited.
Certain. Predicted.
Predictable?
That’s a guess-
An uncertain one at that.

She waits, upon your door.
In those moments
When all’s dark.
No, not quite; more, Blue, like.

She waits, so quiet.
You never know.
And so, never
Invite her in.

You’re so far gone,
You know she
Wouldn’t visit-
So you don’t expect her.

She still knocks-
(Against all odds, whaddya know!)
In the dead of your night.
When your moon is blue.

But, by then, almost always,
You’re shut down-
And the sign is on,
Your door simply announces –

Closed.

She lingers
In the hope
You’ll hear that knock.

Knowing you need her;
Her clear and moonlit coolness.

Waiting,
For you to know-
That, that, about yourself.

And when you do-
Fling open wide, your door:

She’s pooled into the dew,
That lingers on your lashes.

That frame your empty eyes.

08 April, 2017

Day#8 of #NaPoWriMo, 2017, National Poetry Writing Month, 2017