Ariadne's Thread

Thorns and Ivory

For matters of life, for matters of the heart

be true, be true

for none such of these

divinity divided, into two

you place, with need, as much as any other

beliefs, as i believe in you

belief is, a wandering smile, candid, closed, or a simple denial

for i see, what i see in you, although this

could, or perhaps is not, all, for what i want, it is, what i need

with this belief, i hold true, for i know what i see, is not completely untrue

for you, are, underneath it all, what covers, or cowers, behind those

white and brown eyes, is truth, is you

i know this, i know this

but my mind wonders, does this truth know you

for times in this time, when uncertainty is my guiding light

there are clues leading me, towards you, and blindness, painfully

away from you, as in a simple plan gone torrid and wrong

i could be, climbing these walls, upwards, or floating down streams, forwards

within these thoughts all through the days

past saturdays, sundays, we are not, now, but still, so clear

come now, and fly with me, with destiny

with what we, could, be destined to be

yet, all be true, and not one be full of lies, dabbling, daunting

surprise me, and walk into my life, with whatever fear is holding you back

surely you must know the same fear lines me

just be true, be true to your feelings

even, your feelings, as i must be aware, could lead you, away from me

then be done, death is beneath you and I

in where, oblivion treats us towards, the dignity of this flight

which must await ones such as us, for in the sky

my dreams are alive, full and rich, ready to pluck

and taste, the nectar, running, on your lips, down your chest

death lies in, with romance, believing we could be

as times roll with this hunger, which grows inside

one time i am feeling such that you want me near

another, i am afraid to say, that i feel you wish, yes, wish you could push me far

far far away, is this my destiny, or is this a time when

i must push through, there, must be a sign, give it to me now

i must see truth, the truth, not what i necessary feel

for feelings lead me blind, past gates of dreams, not reason or truth

truth could be us, or not, but i must find out, what is in us, to be

truth is, worthy of all i see, in you

for this truth, past all other matters, is what matters, what matters in you

truth to me, with words do they, unravel, while these threads fray

as words crumble and in an instant, become maligned

with each, given, in my mind, too much thought

to place on a fact, to push past my human kind

into something more solid, plush, and divine

where i can see only you, and you can see only me

colors dancing, our souls entwined, for a moment, at least anyway

this place, is where truth lies, made of horns, sharp and bright

it is, this place is where all reason is uncertain

certain to be misunderstood, stripped of all

logic is held as a distance, feelings are more than we could ever have imagined

there is, respite calm, but certain as so, as we, for our eyes could, and can only see

past the ivory delights, held against the childhood frights which sometimes cause us

to act something like, not us, but one such as any other

it is in this place i want to surely find

find it all in you, to move past uncertainty, to speak to you, as i speak to any other

and then would i uncover, the truth, of how i feel, of how you feel, about me, about you