Adrift

An original poem by: Pen Tempest


Can man go wrong with his heart right in place?

His feet firm on the ground and gaze lost in space?

When within his mind doubt is without trace?

When feelings can't be portrayed because silhouettes have no face;

The two things he knew for sure come to no longer matter,

That one moment when logic meets mad as a hatter,

When you can't find words because simple thoughts seem to 
shatter,

The time when soul carries weight and mind is placed latter;


 Released only from the heart are the dice of fate,

So muster an action before chance falls too late,

Until next time my heart shall be left wide agape,

As for now I stop feeling, for the sensation has escaped.