I search for the manifestations of my deep desires
Within the shallow, emptiness of another’s heart
Wherein we both reside in dark void.
I hope with enthusiasm that somehow you have arrived
So that you may render me a ticket to the “peace station”
Which my spirit woman knows, you and I both have not found
I close my eyes and conjure up the image of who I want to be
Still just a tad bit unwilling to stir the latent motivation that lies within me
Thereby motivation escapes into the warped world between the concavity of the mirror and
the space in which I stand.
Where do dreams go?
Do they somehow vanish into particles of unbelief and strife?
Swept away into the nearby water?
A petite dam in between the cracks of the sidewalks the next young girl will walk on?
Deferred are dreams to those whose vision is obstructed by the veil
I long to hear THE loved ones permission to resume.
From where has this light arrived?
Is this the son light?
How full is man’s heart.
Beneath the veil, beyond the void.
