Monday, November 22, 2010

Inebriate

Exhilarated I await for moments to pass,

Lost in thought I lapse out or reverie,

To find I’m but in the same spot transfigured and lost,

I need no direction nor no guidance,

I transverse above and beyond,

Gust and gales shake and break,

Paint, splash and reverberate,

Through them all I shall remain standing tall.