Intended Audience
Nightly I write fervently of my distress
To that audience I am desperate to address
Yet oft I despair
That those ears shall care
To tune to this frequency solitaire
For if my mind I dare not clearly express
Intuition warns from my mind's recess
All that they may bear
Of my searing soul's glare
Are vague words behind a writer's flair
Yet such urgency in all that I profess
These thoughts upon which I obsess
A heart to make aware'
A request by way of a prayer
An apology for precious to repair
I remain unheard their reaction suggests
Or they own too much too little noblesse
To all that I declare
No heed paid to this affair
Written while my passions flare
May haps such moments steal my finesse
To the thoughts upon them I may impress
Yet I find that I err
To truth I face I prepare
My words for their eyes is rare
For predawn my passions may run to excess
When surely a devil my voice may possess
It is my core where
Unleashed infernos to beware
Would mock vassal of flesh as its lair
Thus on these papers they burn they transgress
So my beloved audience I need no longer aggress
Written July 25, 2004.