Drenched in The Bittersweet Embrace
The Whispers in my ears in peaked contrasts
In the Absolute…There is no wrong, there is no right
All but risks towards the Best Happiness or Worst Pain.
So while I am torn in this Insanity Maze
I’ll hold my own hand into swirling Bright Darkness
Half a Blissful Smile and Half a Bleeding Tear keeps me in fright
My own Prayers, Sweet Thoughts and Soulful Eyes along the Sunny Rain.
The Rough Battle begins in the murmur of soft tender kisses
The Sturdy Truth makes way in quick sharp dangerous slices
I keep myself in the cold to learn the reality of Warmth
yet the Fear questions: What if the Warmth never comes forth?