Night at the End of the Tunnel
The allure of the indigo blue blossom,
Intrigues the mawkish man.
As if a meandering
piece of new night,
Impishly dropped dead center in a quilt of summer sun.
its impetuousness a burlesque beauty;
Its opaque simplicity a jewel in the torrent of fair foliage.
of native nature,
a specter of his youth the haughty hobbledehoy;
Hails to him like moth to fiery flame.
swallowed whole at the first tentative touch.
misconstrue its true quest and its obvious outcome,
For those who dare to dabble in its daunting dark...