To my dear sweetheart,
You are sweet indeed, I am sure, but many a flavor twist and turn your primal taste,
I crave to know your compositions,you are music is uncanny,forever pushing, then swaying me as I stand at the edge,
Are you fickle, or is that just your pretentious sheath, trying to tumble me as I stamp my own feet?
But you are me, why would you do that ?oh my sweetheart, enlighten my being today,
I search your depths, I seek answers from you for the wise old owl you are,
Are you as wise as I make you out to be? I vouch for you, you know that,
But hope, you haven’t joined hands with a third, ally you think it is?
No my sweet, destiny is elusive, a trap, an ally or foe, I know not,
Colluding with a power above both of us, you and me are one,
We create karma, thy power, my will and trust, but the third animal, hath no stakes in our karma,
Lets not invite or give space to that invader,
As I skim, then scan, then delve deeper harrowing the depths, braving my fears,
Yes,my fears,as I wade through the sand, it all comes together behind me,the sun shines no more,as I lie beneath the desert,
I ask you, what are you capable of? Are you capable of love? Do you understand love?
I ask you, how do you reign you devils, how do you recognize them, how do you accept them for what they are?
I ask you again, love,can you really love another? Or do you seek to only fill the pores, satiate your desires, then call it love,
Don’t you find solitude alluring? Its serene charm awakening voices of truth,
Sounds that were before lost in the cacophony of mindless babbling of a world decked in self made garments of lies,
Adorned by jewels that reflect the masks we put on, the paths we carved for other’s minds,artifacts of our orderly lives,
The white noise dissipates, a foghorn that slowly drives away and silence of solitude permeates,
Yet, you pursue to posses another, You see, having glimpsed your weak spots I try to leash you,
Remind you of the debacle, the toxic potion in the chalice,
That tempts one into loosing any sense of self, stagnating self nourishment,
As I search for the point of equilibrium, It strikes me,
You need, you desire to walk in solitude with another who walks in his own,
To look into the eye and share, yet not own or be owned,
To find solace in your own self yet stroll into the Gardens of your haven holding the hand of another,
Your penchant for purpose and reason commendable,
Yet at times one might find in purposeless journeys ones purpose,
Or if not, you might see sights that enlighten your mind with both anew questions and unwound answers,
My dear sweetheart, my dear soul, I leech onto you,
To shield you lest the treacherous demons of our world wrap you in their claws,
Yet I know, it is you who are my savior, my retreat, my trustworthy ally, my cauldron of strengthening elixir.