30 April, 2015

But for you

I am not very transparent
Visionary filled with wandering
Besieged by hidden thoughts
Unknown to their holder.
Haunting each moment
A dusting of fate
The unacceptable is necessary
And becomes acceptable as need.
Consumed by ragelust
Crushing what is with could be
Embalm the old self and renew
Words appear with ease.
Coming to know
The torrents of fire
How strange it is to plumb
The lake that is your home.
You are the crane
Nimbly crossing over
Helping me see
Finding the depths.
That you are here
Fate becomes apparent
Without that reason
Now becomes a hurdle.
I would take back
Control would rule
Messages be unheard
But for you.


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