Wait

Who are we to presume to understand
To know the meaning of truth?

Is it absolute?
We can never presume to know or even strive
to grasp the magnitude of how life works.
I do know though that we must put the need
of those we love above our own desires, cut off
that which makes us fall. I Know, if we go above
and beyond, then pull out to soon, we will lose
what is beautiful and meant for good.

If we presume to understand the mystery of
what we speak not conceding that we do not see
a final painting until the cover is pulled back,
then we have been fooled.

Wait – in anticipation in Joy or agony –
but life is a waiting game…nothing less.

IW

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Splay

Sing me your demons
Let them tear me away
From cloth wrapped on ankles
As trembling I play on that stairway to heaven
On these streets cobbled grey

Sing me desires
Let them tear from my heart
From the places you shelter
As illusions in part, let them stay
On these working street days

Bring me your demons
Let our minds fingers splay
From the places we hide in
As wayward’s still dancing
As requiems play.                        ~IW~