I. I see you as a wide sheet of fabric Beautiful, paisley pattern Highlighting your *odd qualities That I love, more than you could get.
How you shimmer and shine So well.
II. Yet, I knew not that there exists - Very quietly bold and calmly geometric; Another sheet beneath this visible one A layer concealed, that only my oblivion feels.
How you shiver and hide So well.
III. So, as I learn and delve and discover Burrowing passages and intense pathways A myriad of tunnels within tunnels Where is the real you?
How alone; thought I knew you So well.
IV. Am I thus lost? Blinded so by the light in your patterns....
[said in one breath: so, I try to brush ever lightly over artefacts of your stained existence, ensuring I leave no trace of me... there I go making a new layer (for me) only to see...another layer....and yet another....]
layer upon layer upon layer upon layer upon.... layerrrr.
V. Into the icy face of wind, words are flung Only, they come back...messier!
Disaster.....blast the blundering heart in dusty chokes Love thrives not in intemperate climes.
At which point did you let your voice die? Perhaps you hide in fear, of suffering alone....
So long.
VI. There stands a figure in the circle of light....lonesome We hover near the highly-charged cosmos of chance Daring the winds to take us, off guard To glide away on impossible parades....
S T, 28 April 2013
How many layers does one need to uncover, before learning *any* truth?
Hm, maybe should-a studied archeology way back...lol