Waiting So Patiently For Serendipity Poem by DM W

In my heart and soul the black dogs of doom still howl.
I'm surrounded by mirrors and screens that deceive.
I dream of brief escape from this wild, roaring world.
I dream of winding, ethereal, azure blue streams.
I dream of a hidden garden bursting with light.
I pray that angels will sanctify starless nights.

I write to exorcise my incessant demons.
Most of my poems are buttressed by some kind of pain.
The ones I prefer are wounded odes to freedom.
Some are frail attempts at balancing light and shade.
While others are born from the fragments of love.
I'd like to claim the rarefied consciousness of doves.