I
never saw it, ever so young, pumping gas for change.
Memories
form a palace, where adversaries roam, charged
with
facts. I need You becomes life, where service is
essential.
The more to give are wings immortal,
subliminal
love. I see a mirror, a human reflection, waving
and
saying, “Goodbye.” But this is a ruse, where a silent
friend
intensifies. It’s ever internal, an inward grotto, a
mini-eclipse.
I can’t see it, alert for motives, a dualistic
nature.
A bed has been made, fashioned in stars, where a
scar
is poked and prodded. Why so essential, carved in
caves,
canceled by anger? I ask, where riddles form, trekking
through
marshy lands. I feel you becomes pain, reaching
towards
clouds, covered in frustration. Such is a mini-fear,
a
source of confusion, wrestling long distance. I meant it in
my
mind, a cosmic axis, to struggle with presence. I felt it
in
my heart, ever airborne, for communing. I now pause, to
ponder
motives, streaming towards a guild of souls.
