Turbulence

Strange is the life,
Stranger is the night,
Each moment I have,
I have to choose to breathe,
Of darkest winds and coldest waters,
I walk to tire,
Before I can sleep.
Journeys that I take,
Lost in transit,
Lost in thoughts,
Someone for desire to instill,
The mind loses it's balance,
Shakes itself often,
Often not,
Often to choose to stay ignorant.
To sum up all practicality,
I pick up and carry on,
Towards the light ,
A dying torch flame,
Somewhere far on the horizon,
Somewhere I know no one's smile.
When I see the mist at dawn,
I see the face of the one I smile seeing,
Joy of the eyeing moment,
Eyeing her smile,
Amidst my turbulence thoughts,
Thoughts of losing her,
Sooner than then.