To seek, I Sought - Visitor's Poem

by Jeannine
(Ireland)

Pathetic ramblings and misread signs,
Contorted views and overcrossed lines.
Wipe from my lips and tranfer to thine,
It's easy to find words that rhyme.

But depth, my ocean, my armageddon,
Therein lies motive for apprehension.
But that itself, within it lies a concept,
And from which I pick,

My inner most thoughts,
Not easy to catch.

But once caught become an inalienable match.