TRIP TO WINDSOR CASTLE POEM 25

As you near something, you start to see it more clearly. This is why we are told that the artistic road is one well-travelled, but that it is for the journey itself that one pursues it. To find the destination of one's artistic pursuits is by nature impossible, and so we must forge ahead with a bravery unparalleled as we search through the unknown.

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“The cities of the interior are vast and do not lie on any map." Jeanette Winterson

Towards You

I sigh and make a glance,

Languorous in air and hungry,

For you passion and delight,

A broad and sturdy thing.

Leaning towards you,

My heart beats a marching tune,

Defended by its boldness,

And ardour true.

The palpitations of my heart,

Show in my breath heaving,

As your attentions create a glow,

A radiance within as I watch you glance.

Towards me your body bends,

A pointed arrow of intent,

As I am yours and you are mine,

And by my breath we read the time.

“Because it is so unbelievable, the truth often escapes being known.” Heraclitus