Aches of the heart

bestow blessings upon those

who learn how to see

hidden beneath the carpet

behind the back doors of the yard

all those glimpses of intuition

that despite their glimpsy nature

they do not glimmer

instead they blend with the mud beneath the carpet

harder to spot in the hidden garden

i just hope that they are right

these muddied glimpsies

that they are the everlasting joy finders

and that this search hasnt been futile

to the abbie road i did not thread

for it was too golden for my search

i must say that regret

has never tasted so bitter in my mouth

and only time will tell

if my gut shot me in the foot

maybe