Journeys Ends

A new Journey is what I need
a horse to replace this one
that's been my trusty steed;
elegance in eloquence
I've arrived to turn over my deeds
to these homes where I never sleep,
to these fields that I never keep,
to this love that has not made a peep,
to this world that is fast asleep.

A new Journey without possessions
of my heart where things are held
tightly in limerick expressions;
algebraic importance
without life's (and love's) transgressions
against my eyes that see
against my heart's plea
against my tongue's decree
against all that I may be.
Oh picturesque, oh poetic:
let not my journeys end
on words peripatetic;
Let not the world
take meaning in the anesthetic.