Is it you?
I don’t know…
Not yet…
All I know now:
Is that one part of me wishes maybe it’s you…just maybe…
And another part knows for sure
It has to be someone that is like you…
Is it you?
I don’t know…
Not yet…
All I know now:
Is that one part of me wishes maybe it’s you…just maybe…
And another part knows for sure
It has to be someone that is like you…
Oh Beloved Muse
Fickle as Fortune
Diaphanous as Luck
Neglected so
Unshun your humble servant.
My thoughts are not mine…
My words
Usurped
by my heart’s turmoil.
This is my undying promise to you:
Tirelessly I will toil my way
Through to you….
seek your ephemeral blessings
pay earnest obeisances
At your temple threshold
I’ll engrave your haloed name
In every verse…
For every wish that petulantly pouts upon my lips…
There is a blessing that soothes away the questioning
But the heart is ever young and ever ardent in its tantrums
And yet Time patiently guides
And shows in glimpses
The mystery
Of why things happened
The way they did.
if i dont want it too much
will it become within reach?
if i don’t hope it will come true
does it not have a better chance of becoming real?
if i always look for a way to survive
then cannot i not share it with another?
if i accept that i will never be happy
then surely i can hope that my few moments not to be snatched away?
i realize:
what i wish for
i pay for
through and through
i’m watched over by an imperfect angel
what makes him human?
what makes him clay?
what makes him stay?
there are no wings
to be gained
there are no sins
to be shunned
there are no fallen
to be saved
what makes him stay?
i know
it is i
who stands in his way
and yet
i silently hope
for
another
day…