I came to you
with heart in hand
fresh from its gig
on my sleeve.
Promises made and
forsaken as the demons
come and a choice must
be made...fight or flight?
I choose to run.
In my flight, I make
false bonds of normalcy
only to bring others to
ruin. And in doing so
bring my own soul,
cheap, unto heaven as
I am to mine own
self...untrue.
Upon wounded knees
my nocturnal tears
seek heaven's grace
through silent cries
to HE that IS, in
plea for peace and
pennance.
How can I find
redemption's altar
and what price must
be exacted for its
reward?
I am just a man
whose senses have
been turned outward
too long and inward
too little.
A man whose strength
for others is as great
and solid as the base
of the pyramids. Yet,
who takes none for
himself. And by doing
so, honors all but saves
not his own soul wounded
and tormented by the
demons hence.
Therein lies the rub
in this "Blind Nobility".
That in sacrificing all
for those others, I
deprive myself of that
which is the source
of all quests great
and holy...love.
I must find myself.
It is the only way
in which my misery
will end. Then I
can reclaim that
which I have lost.
So, I turn my gaze
from without to
within. And with
help from one who
sees me as I am
but knows me not,
I embark upon the
path to this most
heartfelt enlight-
enment to become
one with self and
spirit within the
converging and
diverging paths
we call life.
And as days past
are now renewed,
I am, again made
to feel whole.
The demons may no
longer find fruit
within my soul and
are cast out into
the void.
And with passions
anew, I seek now,
to win the heart
of she who would
love me greatest
of all.
It is upon her face
for the first time
that I see what I
have wandered far,
and wide, to bear
witness. The light
that exists only in
the gladness of her
smile and the love
that near radiates
through her soul's
lites so sourced by
the burning desire
of her heart.
It is now that all
things have become
clear and we are
afraid no longer as
the flames born of
two hearts made one
burns for...eternity.