Ponce de Leon...

i'm tired
and i'm mired
in my own stupidity;
goes to cause and effect,
no need to look for profundity
Yet again i have reached out blindly, hopefully
only to scratch at the vaporous surface
For those who would treat me kindly,
hurt was not meant on purpose
it's just i dont know what good
all these emotions serve us
if they seek without finding,
if they ask to mute response
or worse, a kind lie,
if the blank stare is followed
by a sad shake of the head
and a tear filled eye
In three decades more perhaps...
i have will have learned enough
perhaps is six more i'll have earned enough
time in Purgatory to finish this story
but for now sit by my fountain in the woods
and dream of Ponce de Leon...
               04-09-10