The Will

What has been is done
what needs to be ... approaches
the opponent stares
as i move unhindered
through the thicket
through the smog of time and space
through the swirling black mist
Black ... black mist of emotions
my sword unsheathed flashes blindingly
as i wonder of the strength in my arms
shall i be able to fight this mass
looming large
scores of quivers cut through the still air
...of memories unleashed from their bows
with precise incisions they course through me
where shall i get the strength
i wonder...
i wonder...
and i say i will, part of me believes that
and the whole of me shall too...

Blues

A flash of recollection
a blur of a face
a stab of an emotion
a pinch of reality
a shiver of icicles
i carry these
and move on
the horizon beckons
it holds promise...