My brain inquires what my heart feels Are we ever certain that Love be true? My bones ache Remembering this body broken My heart murmurs Old wounds heal And my brain wonders Is this real
This soul believes in impossible ideals If I place faith in my gut Am I to blame for any deception My brow sweats Murky be such waters Life being ever contrary to human love Yet, something glitters from the river bed My teeth grit This might be real
It’s almost too good- too right! And still my heart beats onward, marching Through fogs of ephemeral thought I may be fickle, but I might be sure That this time I see light Making these shadows swirl like ghosts In my mind My mind decides This is real
So I wander forth So I enjoy this vision So beautiful My lips so wet My love so strong And you, so perfect Real or imagined Or imagined and real
These last words My mouth speaks "Be my human experience." My faces smiles At the act of choosing heart over head. But my eyes tear And a last warning is issued "But know that these clouds may never clear."