Ariadne's Thread

Strangeness Comes

Strangeness comes, as strangest times often do

to some one like me, or someone like you

as where, the strange world, my eyes see

as my advice, i give, to others ears, never comes for me

what for, this time, what for, the needing i feel

is it in you to believe, is it in you to receive

my love, this time, or will obsession, crush, your weight

with the weight of this love, i have, now, on my mind

and so does, as a child's force grows, upon this earth

so strange is all this, as the times, with strength, stranger and stranger

i am left with subtlety, emotion, lacking, where i find, what is lost

but not, what i was seeking, in my heart, in my hand

or where ever, i find, i place my feet, to stand

strangeness is, what others surely seek, and so they find

do they, i wonder, for opportunity cannot be, always

as these times are so strange, so strange, while the light does

pass, from daylight, to sunset, it is something, i cannot ever

understand, though i might, to push my hands through

if to seek, what i cannot find, why is this so

and so strangeness lingers, lingers on

through alley ways, through street corners, places that are now

lost in my mind, what memories are forgotten, and now

seem to fade, as dreams last only into night, as while

reality, passes through the holes in the day

my mind is in doubt, as so many times, does, it is then

the strangeness does come, seething into me

that this strangeness is, now, is a part

of my world, and, so it is, now, still, a part of yours

as i try to forget, or remember what is lost, all is uncertain