I began at the beginning,
Where else should one start?
I gave up hoping I'd see,
And relaxed into feeling alive.
I pressed out of my head,
All desire to find you now,
And gave myself a day off,
Worrying what I would become.
A search of this length is tiring,
And my heart has found longing,
That all be accomplished now,
Before the day has grown cold.
A flurry of doubt disables,
And a retreat is becoming sure,
So will I go on still,
When I'm certain of no hope?
A definite contradiction of wisdom,
Becomes all my daily concerns.
To-ing and fro-ing on the inside,
Where indecision mortally wounds.
I know without an effort,
How can I receive reward?
But doing nothing to deserve,
Is surely the key to success.
Because I hold in high regard,
A lover I've not even met,
I set myself up for disaster,
Believing I deserve nothing more.
A sudden glow on the horizon,
Shows a wild spirit has arrived.
One who knows the heavens,
And the silences living between.
Could this indeed be my Miranda?
I witness her smiling at me.
The love in her beautiful eyes,
Announces that I have become free.
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