Virtuosity

Patience is the virtue but lonely are our thoughts      we Waite eyes open tho lost 
       to the dreams of thoughts unspoken like blind spots
A walk back into the renewed days dream 
  A poets depth and inner carving artistic retreat  
Where the stories that fall rise through inspired word 
       Puzzling in the construction but free speech spoken architecture 
Lawless to any restraints of fact or fiction as it arcs together 
     Expression with less but more offered
 releasing suppressed core authors