Heliotrope

dreams of dazed ineptitude.
of fumbling with the keys.
of sleeping at the terminal
and dreaming of disease.
bursting from my hiding place
on tranquil nights alone.
a wise man among strangers
and so far away from home

to strive towards perfection
we seek our trials blind
set adrift with no direction
except away from what i've left behind.

the crossroads at the witching hour
and not a bit too soon.
huddled under cacti seeking shelter from the moon.
away across infinity and drowning in the sea
as she begs remembered happiness
that again can never be.

a wanderer ignited and yet not consumed by flame.
rolling madly in the stockyard without identity or name.
stumbling blindly towards salvation.
taking comfort in new hope.
lost and blessed among the needy
giving charity to cope