Lead Me

Jonathan Ojanpera
Sep 2, 2018 · 1 min read

Seemed only tall shadows marked the night

I stood among them to arouse my higher sense

In search of one to lead me back to the center

Where she resides, my sweet muse immense

As if in disfavor of the moon for my sight

None a soul appeared to lead the way back

A sign perhaps that this one mustn’t exist

That the darkness, my isolation will persist

I squint through the canopy, squeezing light

Pin prick stars dot the spaces sparse between

They hold no answers as to what I would find

Mere picture of how she must look in shadows

I clear my sight, my mind giving up control

She sits as if having known how it all went

Lonely as I, full of everything gone unpenned

Still she opens for me, grants the poet’s voice

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