Is the music of the soul the song of the wind,
Or the discordant beat of my heart?
Is the ever present gaze, watching wistfully,
A beautiful truth or just a wish?
Is the want, a shroud for something deeper,
Or is it just the lust of two minds met?
When I loose my way, is it in you,
Or in the idea, the illusion we share?
Can the Mesmer ever be realised,
Does this most ardent of verses, elude
To anything more than a shattered and
Poorly re-built farce?
I thought I knew the truth once,
Thought I understood, but now,
The uncertainty and wavering light,
Make me wonder and doubt.