HIDDEN NOOKS AND BLIND CORNERS

What purpose do they serve for the wandering soul

The traveller who stumbles upon a secret scroll

tucked away into nature's bosom

In the open, not held to ransom

A moment of convergence of paths divergent

Distilling clarity with a sieve of reality

within hidden nooks and blind corners

When does necessity fulfil desire or need

Warmth enveloping the creative seed

Thoughts dissolving, Imagination stirring

A light blue fragrance on a cauldron smouldering

With Excitement trapped within confined human wrapping

And Infinite possibility licking the edges of tranquility

within hidden nooks and blind corners

Why does nature behold us so with its nobility

It shimmers eloquently around human fragility

Brushing charm against the crook of an arm

While misted eyes braid a future amidst tepid calm

Reason is blind as lies kind lost in kind

Within hidden nooks and blind corners

Where does a journey become a voyage

Stationary wheels swelling with courage

Fingertips mellow in the suffused orange glow

Of an unused path beside a verdant sunset shadow

Spinning tales that twist and only exist

within hidden nooks and blind corners