POETRY – RHYME


Anchor & Hope:

Whimbrel my anchor, Kypros my hope,
In the eye of the storm, I wait to elope.
Whilst I study and train, for my self-service,
To conquer my passions, not to be nervous.

Of feelings unbridled, vivid memories,
Hedonistic living, torridly uncouth.
Faith in my guide, middle road balance,
Demise of duality, bodies in alliance.