Bend
Remaining an open breath
To the faceless wind
Of a closed mind,
Rhetorically,
I direct my inquiries
To the impervious pen
Twirling what pensive thoughts
I've caught
Slipping through my fingers
Tilting my head,
I ponder the moment,
Before my mind-stretch
Bends to my delight
In denouncing the solemn air
And determined wisps
Of personality sigh unto sensual sweeps
Across apathy's atmospheric shroud
To unveil tomorrow's delicate vision
Drawing in the sand with lonely lines
Composed of independence
Until silence twists,
Amidst the once missed track
Of a rescindable sunlight
Contrary to enthusiasm's predilection
And wavers
In the eyes of beauty
Ambitious to mere reflect
Of utter originality.
