Fragile

Weft and warp within the tapestry
of our existence
Composed carelessly yet knotted
without illusion
Unfettered weave hold spaces
that explored
your fears, joys, demented soul
 
 
I held my own amid your callous equations
In a world alien to my gentle heart;
While you chose mistakes, guided by
treacherous rules that tore
my sensibilities apart
Didn’t let yourself go, didn’t hear my simple words
But now you want to become more
And inner solitude shatter
Unstilled thoughts scatter
Distilled awareness bring
reason to its knees
 
 
Oh friend, why do you insist
on gleaning sweet daydreams
From armoured shell resist
Seek heavy words troubled to describe
Sullen passion conflicting to hide
Confront unreal world through my hooded eyes
Mock insincere denial in disguise
Cross thresholds that kept us sane
From dancing naked in the twilight when tides wane
 
 
Turn, turn again
Sweet sensibility
Turn, turn again
Fragile identity
Rope in the invisible boundary
Reign in words that set the heart free
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