SELF

It’s a craziness lurking

In an attempt to say

That which may change

A perception of Self

a voice that may differ

in the conjunction of spirits

yearning to be connected,

but distance separates

the bond that could be

It’s a stupidity unlike

Self that leaves her imagining

What could come to be

In the instance he agrees

To set his heart free

to a soul seeking

love secretly everywhere

it goes on a journey

too long to question

devotion to and from

the final destination

It’s a foolishness guiding

Her towards a fairy tale dream

Of having his every being

Beyond and above

Anything Self has come

To know as love

or so it seems…