Liquid Haze

Notice the irony in the last line of this poem


Liquid Haze

In the evening twilight,
My mood excited and bright,
Cruising with my heart-bound comrades ever so slowly,
Voices storming the air,
In the witch’s lair,
Before stagnant waters, I feel every part of my body wholly!

I look behind,
To surprisingly find,
A dimly moonlit path with yellowed leaves strewn around,
I rub my dazed eyes,
And watch various insects fly,
As it is my immobile head which they have chosen to surround.

At a tree’s shadow I gaze,
In this vague distorted haze,
Of the resemblance of a witch’s hand, on the surface of the water,
Influenced by laze,
My mind in a maze,
Racing through my thoughts, as fast as a well-trained trotter!

I exchange words of null sense,
But with expressions gravely immense,
With all those beside me who in a similar state as mine!
Raging is the chill,
That causes my body still,
As I watch the reflection of the moonlight on water which in symmetric lines!



The ripples caused by a stone,
Cause the pond to drone,
As I feel the movement of every ripple trigger senses new to me!
The starlit sky above,
In unison with this filled trough,
Game with my tampered mind in a careless aggressive spree!

Liquid Haze,
I name this phase,
In which explores a new world, my curious searching mind.
A world of twists,
Clouded by thick mists,
I am transported by thin ripples, for more of this world to find!

I rise up to leave,
As my body in a struggle I heave,
And retreat from this lost world of extreme obscurity.
The rustling trees stand in guard,
To honor the presence of a romantic bard,
As I exit this labyrinth and my mind’s most favored form of security!