. The poem I'm .
I breathe, I muse, I pen.
I soar, I rove, I ken.
What is the essence of my being?
Do I have a will or am I fleeing?
I seal my sentiments mute and blind.
I crave no solace, no one to mind.
I grasp that naught can be altered.
I tread where I am steered by the haltered.
I cherish my haven of dome.
I thrive in my realm of poem.
This is the blaze I ever ignite.
This is the maze I never alight.
© Nik Celeste
I soar, I rove, I ken.
What is the essence of my being?
Do I have a will or am I fleeing?
I seal my sentiments mute and blind.
I crave no solace, no one to mind.
I grasp that naught can be altered.
I tread where I am steered by the haltered.
I cherish my haven of dome.
I thrive in my realm of poem.
This is the blaze I ever ignite.
This is the maze I never alight.
© Nik Celeste