Cafe' Rouge II

Insanely clever
I find my mood
Manipulating the pieces
I create
A whole heart
Out of
The idea
I lightly
Trace
My existence
On a page
With a pen
As if to say
Read me
But know nothing
And relate to me
Not at all
I sought out sactity
And was left with a sovereign solitude
So it is
My shame
Is honest
And my heart
Left to be
Captivated
I do hope
For feeling
In my heart
In my toes
The feelings that once rendered "home"
They do exist
And wait for me
...
Don't they?