Desideratum Poem by Carmael William

On the nights when drinks nomore abide,
Pushing the world aside,
A frantic search for freedom,
A place for rest, an Eden.

A gossamer of light,
To shelter me and keep me in blithe,
In desperation, for a haven
Of sweet liberty, need a maven.

In time you are regenerated,
A fresh new start, a sorry belated
In words you are found and lost
Forgiveness across my mind, it crossed.

A dwelling where I can rest,
When fretfulness is at recess,
I yearn for a place like so..
Where I can learn to live and grow.