I want peace despite my jangling heart
I want calm despite my frayed nerves
A temple within myself
Immune from the crash and fervour of the world.
I will never be the wise old crone of the mountain.
My poet’s soul rushes to the city
to live the life of its verse.
Wild
Passionate
Chattering peace in its own despair.
My life spirals and turns in on itself
as I build up the sacred temple
Only to bustle into town
Releasing the drawbridge of my soul
And lovingly letting the masses in.
I take of your pearls and you take of mine
As we joyously roll in the mud
For I am both the oyster and the swine.
OllieOllieOllie 