Answer The Question Playing In My Mind.....Guess The Truth Within My Heart

Tonight I sit, ponder and wonder.  As I caste an image of questionable doubt.  Am I what people see me as and what that is I have a doubt.  An image of eluding light.  A glimpse of glittering spiraling sight.  A reflection off someone else's airs.  An uncapturing being with flowing hair.  A wondrous movement.  A bellowing sight.  A justified mirage of captivation and hype.  A spiritual voice with rhythmic usage.  A gentle being or perhaps just a diversion.  A breath of air every once in a while.  A sensuous taste, part of the experience.  A question, a verb, an it or a noun.  The thoughts within continue to spiritual down.  Until at last I escape into the silence.  The peace of what stands before me in conclusion.  No more thoughts just restful knowledge from the image that stares back at me.  The deep meaning within the pooling eyes.  Threads of evidence of wisdom and time.  Not hidden from view, nor portrayed in the open.  There for viewing if the one glimpsing is truthful.  Come a little closure.  Step to the side.  Look again do you see it this time?  Perhaps a guess but just in passing.  The truth is there if the time spent is longer then glancing.  No.  Perhaps not yet but in time.  The image will emerge  forth with a gentle pride.  Fore, all that is needed is deep inside.  Looking, waiting, giving time for when the glimpse is justified.  Still not pardoned, your guess is incorrect.  The question has changed and their isn't time for another attempt.  Movement is made on behalf of the one in the mirror.  Surrender....your thoughts.  Surrender....your fear.  Until the game is played again.  A standoff remains without a win.  The pattern replays itself again and again until persistence allows one with the truth to finally come in.  
~M      

The Lady Lark

As we dive deeper into 2012 the changes just keep coming!!  The recent purchase of another home has made allowances for some new year cleaning .  As I prepare to end my love affair with my current historical gem, I must say goodbye to some of the items accumulated along the way.  This past weekend as I begun to sort and box up contents of the garage I ran across a stack of papers in a far corner.  Amongst those papers to my surprise was an undated poem I had written years prior.  I'm unsure as to what I was eluding to in the poem, but here it is anyways for your delight.

The Lady Lark

Comes says the lady lark I will sing you a song about a love that once was but somehow went mistakenly wrong.  I will sing a tale of sorrow from my bearded breast and from it you will hear of wisdom put to an unfathomable test.  

Come says the lady lark sit by me and ponder, about a time where loves heart kept solance in wonder.  Years wasted through and through.  Still lessons unlearned.  True loves hand wipes ones own tears wept through hurt.  Inability to break the silence rung true by another.  Push and pull the sacred circles thou shall not break.  Captured with the burden of love, which doesn't take.

Come says the lady lark I will provide you with a guide.  To take away all that hurts and lock it away from you for the time.  Answers are not yours until the chime of the golden dawn.  So sit on my cherish stump and look beyond the wavy lines.  Stand before the palms that appear before innocent eyes.  Pure heart, pure soul, no time for pride.

Come says the lady lark let me tell you the tale of another.  Whose disposition is taught to fight loves grace and never to surrender.  A solider of such, whose lines tell a story of beseech.  Whose own story is so convincingly jaded there is no room for their soul to sleep.

Come says the lady lark as it descends from its stance.  To capture a glimpse of the love whose hand presumes to continuously feed.  I offer you empty promises and words of broken tales.  Yet, you continue to feed me the last of your entrails.  To give so deeply of yourself when I am only fit to sing.  This song of love that once was but somehow went mistakenly wrong.
~M