Snares

Oh viper's snare catches me
tossing me to and fro.
Oh how clearly I can see,
but my heart doth blind me.
Oh viper's snare, how lovely.

Oh viper's snare doth catch me twice
blinding me by mine eyes.
Oh how clearly I can see,
but my heart doth blind me ...
maketh life a web of lies.

Oh viper's snare no more may hold.
My mind and will both so bold.
Oh how clearly I can see
the hold which grippeth no more of me.
My heart and mind and will my own,
casts aware snares like tiny stones.

-March 9, 2004; Cincinnati OH

Contemplating Camelot ...

A friend recently described a period of time as 'Camelot.' What a perfect description. I agree with him completely ... that period of our lives was truly Camelot. Truly.

I find myself, now, looking back in my life for other periods of time which might be described as ... for whatever reason ... 'Camelot.'

Wandering ...
Contemplating ...