The Triumph of the Will

The quill felt cozy,

Embracing the warmth of his fingers,

The ink dripped,

Eager with expectations,

His command over language returned.

The maple wood didn’t break,

The strings wouldn’t corrode,

Ever eager for his return,

When he put the bow to the string,

The music was as enchanting as ever.

The audience held their breath,

His supporters wouldn’t leave him,

Their applause never meant to be withheld,

No wasted actions, no wasted words,

He was the orator they always knew.

The sacrifices were made,

They knew he wouldn’t notice,

But that didn’t perturb them,

Their love was rewarded,

When they had their friend back.

The dreams were back,

The universe conspired to help him,

As unfair advantage, life was so not fair,

The fate welcomed him with open arms,

For it is to be The Triumph of the Will

The Empty Tray

Coffee’s grown cold,

I was wondering why?

The rocking chair no longer rocks,

I was curious why?

The raindrops on the ground,

Were without their aroma,

I was puzzled why?

Blotches of ink that dripped down my quill,

No longer made sense,

I was confused why?

Then came the screech of the Loris,

And with that,

The coffee started to steam,

The chair began to slowly sway,

The fragrance of rain wafted in the air,

And inklings were a beautiful piece of poetry.

And there we see a Loris,

As our eyes meet,

She smiles at the superstitions,

Holding an empty tray.

A Twinkling Star

Your dream is like a twinkling star,

If you walk your path unchanged,

You will reach a destination,

But will find no star there,

For the star does not twinkle.