The idea of her
I’m trying to find what is true;
what I’ve been seeking in the idea of you.
The girl I dressed in kindness and glory
ended up being my own story.
And though the theory that had formed inside my head
had ended up being an illusion that haunted me in bed;
(an alluring utopia that replaced me
with images of what I’d been and things I could not be)
and so erasing that unlikely possibility
and revealing a more accurate layer of life’s reality,
the answer to the question
still remains a mystery.
Isn’t that what keeps us expanding?
Such an unquenchable thirst to reach out to own
the unknown,
that somehow enlivens us with it’s vibration
inside of our very core.
This deep inner knowing that beyond the layers of our stories,
there must be something more.
