Where do’s and don’ts,
Mingle with won’ts,
And possibilities.
Our inner world,
That’s toppled, twirled,
With inexorable,
Inabilities.
A strange World be,
Personally,
This inner, tragedy,
Goes back and forth,
Mysterious force,
Without considering,
What’s of ‘Me’?
What makes it live?
Willing to strive?
Wanting serenity?
The holding hands,
The magic wands,
That like white swans,
Look for Eternity.
It’s love we search,
Fulfillment’s perch,
Our wings to put to rest,
In one embrace,
That’s filled with grace,
Our whole world be,
Serenity.