Outlook

the mind is a traveller involved
in a love affair between landscapes.
wandering in a desolate wasteland,
feet crunching in the snow
cheeks stinging from the gale
listening to reverberation
of its own thoughts.

maybe the ceaseless journey
is essential to its survival -
glasses enhancing the newness,
and shading reality.
basking in genial rays while
lions battle in the background
over nonexistent water,

feral and arcane and blue.
a conscience with the stability
of the ocean gushing
recklessly beneath thick pall
and the loyalty that driftwood
feels with the soft sand
during each high tide.