If I opened my soul
for you to see
Would you still want me?

If I needed a hug
when I was down
Would you turn my frown upside-down?

If I needed a romantic embrace
could I steal a kiss
Would you be mine to miss?

If I needed reassured
would you hold my hand?
Would you help me be a better man?

If I needed to not walk
on this earth alone
Would you give me a place in your heart to call my own?

Would you be mine
after listening to these words I've told
With you by my side
I have no fear of growing old

You are a sincere lover
I'm afraid to hold you tighter
And break your innocence
Just to fill someone's absence

I'm happy in this madness
But I felt your sadness
You're the rainbow that brings colors
I'm the ashes who compels horrors

I wander in my dreariness
I travel in my loneliness
You fly in inspiration
And sailed in your hopeful anticipation

I'm in the long journey of mountains of apathy
Perhaps I'm tired of my lunacy
I want to take rest in your benevolence
And cherish your presence

One flame-winged brought a white-winged harp-player
Even where my lady and I lay all alone;
Saying: ‘Behold, this minstrel is unknown;
Bid him depart, for I am minstrel here:
Only my strains are to Love’s dear ones, dear.’
Then said I: ‘Through thine hautboy;s rapturous tone
Unto my lady still this harp makes moan,
And still she deems the cadence deep and clear.’

Then said my,lady: ‘Thou art Passion of Love,
And this Love s Worship: both he plights to me.
Thy mastering music walks the sunlit sea:
But where wan water trembles in the grove
And the wan moon is all the light thereof,
This harp still makes my name its voluntary.’

I've found fear in the causality of death itself,
the parting breath, preceding the prospect of
hell, or heaven or some almighty power
to whom I'll come to know in my final hour.

© Matthew Harlovic