If you must, then you must go.
I’m sorry I’m here to make it slow,
I know you won’t change your mind so,
You must stay. I must leave.
It’s better this way you see?
It isn’t you it is really me.
Dont ask me to explain.
How can this be what’s best?
Are you sure it’s not a test?
Or are you leaving me deft,
Just like the rest?
You will see one day,
And thank me in your own way.
You will see why I can’t stay.
You will find a brighter day.
A brighter day I will find?
Perhaps a place I can unwind.
Perhaps a place not so unkind.
But I’ve no such place in mind.
She never let him see her cry.
He never let her see him cry.
She never found the reason why.
He never let this pass him by.
A day in the trees,
Forgetting troubles below.
Far ahead she can see.
Vision unobstructed so,
One might wonder why,
Why would she ever come down?
Trees against a tempting sky,
Their branches make it impossible to frown.
Every comfort she could need there;
One blissful nap among the leaves.
Those troubles below need her care
In her those troubled believe.
She is not her own,
She is needed elsewhere.
The trees are not her home,
But she will seek them when time will spare.
Pain in, and pain out.
The heart of man reflects man.
Hurt in and hurt out.
My mind has been empty,
Empty, to remain and to be.
Around it a fog that I cannot see through.
Through which I cannot see you!
What is sight that I cannot see you?
It saps my strength I can hardly stand,
As if my feet are planted in the sand.
Gazing out to sea I hope to catch,
A lasting glimpse of you that,
Would give some solace on this shore,
As I search for bedrock, without which I can’t endure.
She wanders alone and unafraid,
Fearless with nothing left to lose.
Lonely? Never. It’s not a path to choose.
Over the oceans, her plans laid.
Often thinks of why she left it;
Her birthplace still home, and how
She misses it but not so much now.
With what life offers, she has no desire to sit.
Wandering across her narrow path of stone,
Down the straight and narrow she was never truly alone.
Watch the way a swallow flies,
Unladen by a coconut,
What is this that I spy?
A knight won’t keep his mouth shut?
The improper use of this drupe,
Extracts from me a taunting.
Their fathers smell of elderberry soup!
I may have said wine; they find this undaunting.
We throw at them our goats and cows,
At our own game we won’t be bested!
We threaten second tauntings; and call them sows,
Then rejoice when they’re arrested.
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I am here within the shadows
Behind the eye with which you see.
I am imagination fallow
When the inner mind comes to be.
I leave trails for you to follow,
That you so obediently tread.
I am the truth that you must swallow,
I am the lies, out which you’ve bled.
I am truth and lies, and life and death,
All of this and none.
I am your need until your last breath,
Then, forever one.
There in the daylight dreams,
That seems to separate,
Sunlight isn’t the only illusion that seems
To find you desolate.
Not so much within,
As he who helps to cast it.
A notion of sanity? Frozen.
I am here to move you past it.