It’s
been a loss, ever a dream, tossing and turning gently.
I
hold a grudge, never a grudge, but evermore a grudge.
How
to give all, standing alive, freely engrained? I
pardon
scope, as opposed to intention, in need of a
witness.
Life’s a maze, composed of love, tainted with
hate.
How take all, bent on evil, and mourn respect?
We’re
living God, and God is living, ever to condemn.
I
preach, and preach not, fraught with a tier of sin.
But
something is different, and something is wrong,
staring
at a rearview. I speak in riddle, kneading a soul,
touched
with solitude; but ever seen, a bit pensive,
limpid
in my disguise. What is this life; and I love you if…
It
stresses souls, to love and be loved, only to lose love.
Indeed,
low and crawling, crawling low, and dearly
spurned.
What is this life; and I love you if…
I
lived a falcon, and died a phoenix, enlove with her
fragrance.
It was ever a challenge, revved up, and
driven.
But how to love, peering motives, afraid to smile?
Such
disaster, a broken home, awaiting a distant reason.
I
love you becomes riddled, where thoughts veer a
muddy
land. Oh the earnest, a statue of tears, a brochure
of
pain. I venture night is music, turned towards light.
