Is only a theory
But with pretensions
In my ear
Fairy stories beckoned me
Hinting at ingress
Looking there of course
Each stone turned
Discovering vibrant life
Cloaking … Mystery
Let us keep an open mind
Beneath sky’s covers
We share love’s
A celestial duvet
Our private heaven
That curious rhythm
Stitched us to its branchings
Caught up in its weaving
“Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.”
Gambol, gambol, little lamb
How I wonder who I am!
Dancing, prancing, high then low,
Never knowing where I go.
UNRESOLVED AND ONGOING
Truth or dare but a party game; yet solo
who dare reveal these truths unshown
beyond these so private hallowed walls,
unshared with anyone beside oneself;
unknown in fact even here within
for truth to tell unquestioned, left unexplored.
Awareness – unspoken – wordless – unborn.
Old bedfellows Truth and Lies lie side by side,
sing “noli me tangere” in tango tempo, like
the Magdalene still endures the bad-rapping
despite the dissension, the fervid support.
Wife, best friend, reformed prostitute or what?
Let’s be honest now who really knows?
True truth unrattled by untruth’s pretension
the inner world has never been hyphenated.
TO WHOM IS HOME?
Am I not?
Who wonders who wanders
Who wanders who wonders …
Who wonders who wonders
And wonder who wonders