When my heart proved right

Without a sound did my heart warm
To new, exciting, tender change
The likes of which did take a form
I’d not thought of before

And though it was frightful, unknown
My heart did say to rest a while:
“Let what’s been reaped so too be sown,
And love will grow yet more.”

And so years on my heart’s proved right;
Unfounded were my fears;
Its words I hear now in new light
With open, eager ears

Lament of the dayjobber

So oft I turn, in light of day,
T’ward vibrant, new imaginings
Off on a quest does my mind stray
Far from mundane, dull, lesser things

Throughout the morning do I weave
A story on my mind’s tableau
Filled with a fantasist’s reprieve
From worldly winds that twist and blow

In afternoon, my inner eye
Wanders to distant, wondrous lands
Where heroes walk and dragons fly
Above some other shore’s bright sands

Alas that in the night, my mind,
So weary from the long day’s work,
Struggles in memory to find
The stories ‘mongst the tired murk