An A-maze-ing story

[ailill]

This loneliness moves hope toward story
in a quest for a poem with heart
looking for a key to unlock the door
to the mystery in the forms of love.
The flute player leads me along with song
as I seek the inner ways of this maze.

The minotaur maroons strays in this maze
But is it these wounds which create story?
Are these tears the gems of this song?
Is there a way to mend this broken heart?
Why are you hiding from me, my love?
I wander this house seeking a secret door.

Who is this I hear knocking on my door?
His lack of fear never ceases to amaze.
How can he claim to be looking for love,
When he won't change the tune of his story?
He must look in the gamut of his heart
if he wishes for the secret of song.

Can you see? It is me singing this song,
here, in the cold, waiting, open the door!
Let me inside the chambers of your heart.
Don't elude me through the chains of this maze.
Listen to the muse telling the story.
It is for you, I am, seeking your love.

Inside of you there is a hidden love.
It sings within the fountain of this song.
The story teller hides in the story
hypnotized with the illusion of doors
guarding the twisting tunnels of this maze.
Each part is a troubadour of the heart.

I look inside the mirror of my heart
In pursuit of an inner flame of love
to light the way through the depths of this maze.
But I don’t have worth to reflect this song.
Who are you to judge worth? Every door
leads to the mystery of this story.

Spiraling into the heart for a song.
A tribute to the love inside each door.
Light, guide us through the maze of our story.

[ailill]

this was an attempt at a sestina

[heinzs]

And an excellent attempt at that... success.

[poeticpiers]

A difficult form which exercises the little gray cells of the brain which are in themselves a convoluted maze of connection Fortunately love laughs at logic and cuts straight the through the mass of ditherings