Not Yet
I want to draw out the chase the banter the tight tingling in my chest that keeps me from falling asleep at night and from releasing soft dreams in the morning I want to keep the questions alive of whether or not one should, could, would-- or better, wiser not impracticalities remain remote whispers when the heart blushes in long-winded anticipation I want inspiration to flow I say--the muse whispers I'm in the journey The answer remains thus in mutual unspoken agreement Not yet