NOCTURNE

Hidden within the mountain walls of my heart

is a clearance,

a hollow if you will,

that leads me to hitchhike

towards love.

My heart catches ride upon ride,

headed nowhere necessarily,

just moving in a direction

that is more a kaleidoscope of wanderings

than a certain destination.

Finespun nocturnes

thread their way into the center of my soul,

causing it to dance to love songs

and await the days of discovery

in a place that is neither here nor there.