PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

atop some blue mountain in my mind

there are questions and curiosities abound

am I truly the banks to this river you embody

do I fluctuate in my current course

hold on to the hand of reason or

render folly a misguided source

is your illusion real

or my reality truly an illusion

I am not so certain vagrant chance

can be trusted

doubt does not snicker in my ear

that this meeting twas not meant to be

for I was plodding along on my own journey

and stopped but for a moment to absorb

your words on God

and you somehow fell into my eyes

at the very first

quite unbeknownst to me

you are a hurricane in a hurry

but patient as Job I must concede

two conflicting forces stir in your blood

and I am caught in their cross hairs

wedged as I am in my own current

circumstances

yet decided

this is where we find ourselves

the realist in me bellows

but let's play it by moment, hour,day,

week, month or if necessary by year

if indeed that we must

for you seem to think you see me quite clearer

than I see you

and I can not yet reconcile that what you

truly believe about me is really, really real

or just something you want so very much

to be thus so

that you could fool yourself in but one breath

times three

today tomorrow and forever

so I say now one of us has to

navigate through all this 'what not'

with a clear head and no possible

margin for a mutual error

for two lives stand at the precipice

of something that just possibly could

be so amazing

or worse yet something that could be

so amazingly misinterpreted

until its too late there at the brink of

many months later the made mistake

certainly let us hold hands

and lead each others' hearts

to that water of what could be

but we can never ever try

to force each other to drink

until the time for both is right

please remember this

and appreciate such hard won

insight

on this very complex matter

that yes, in many ways seems oh

so very sweet and simple

for God forbid but that just may be

Satan painting a pretty picture over

the face of a rotting corpse

tread carefully and

don't allow either of us to be fooled

for I am but a mere mortal woman

not saint nor she devil in wretched regard

but 'That Simple Something In Between'

(Aug. Aug. 13, 2009 9pm)