Untamed

Should I tame thought,
Which winds about,
Within my head, without
Restrain on things of that sort?

When possibility tempts,
Refreshing, new,
Bind them in iron shackles,
Bowing to eclectic wisdom, Cruel.

Untamed, it presents delicious chimera,
Irresistibly haunting,
Fond, delicate, pleasing.
And then, extinguished.

Mellow, casual, still,
Just the way it was meant to be,
But when untamed,
Distorted is reality.

Unforeseen,
A searing scar from a while past,
Healed, in unexpected manner.

The heal, a reiki,
Splendid intoxication, cleansing,
Forgetting, slipping, slackening,
But tenderly retaining.

But when untamed thought prances,
In convoluted lawns of a philosopher’s mind,
Playing with the heartstrings,
explodes such vital energy!!!

Tame thy thought, dear, tame her now,
The wild horse in you, the spirited one,
Says the voice of experience, so understanding,
But will the naughty mare, ever lend an ear?

midnight.