Imagination

First I despised the very look of him
The outward perfection
Symbol of inward imperfection
Then, who has no mark of guilt
Certainly I too bore the marks

He was a man of valor
I wouldn't had known
Except that I saw the sword he bore
The one of the Spirit
He carried it softly and I knew it was heavy

I had my doubts
"He was sent to deceive me"
But his sword was what drew me
I had to give him a chance
And he spoke

I was heart broken
I knew I was to honor him
Not him, I cried
He has no marks of hardship
He will waste me away

Yes, he was a man
God had dropped into my life
That day, I knew I was going to suffer
For he appealed to many
And I despise the common things

Yet, him a vision came
I adored him and despised no more
I saw the light that cut through his heart
That's the light I knew
That blazed all around me

The more I saw him
The more he hid
He knew I saw him
I knew he hid
And that was our life

I ran away
Knewing I was to see him again
I ran anyways
As far as I could go
Until I reached my very end

Right then
I still saw the dream
He was there
But if I was ending
How was that possible

My end was denied me
I saw him
And it was beautiful
Then it melted
Burned me the more

But this time
I knew hurt
I took it
I liked it
I embraced him

He put me in the open
I challenged him
We cried
I hid
He hid

I love him
I hate him
It is all the same
He loves me
He is sick of me
It's all the same
You wonder, what are we doing?
Yes, we are just living our lives
We are quite the same
We are quite different

I'm East
He is West
I have never heard of him
Do you know what I am talking about?
What ever it is, it is not important
Change the channel

10/09/2008 MWS on FBK Notes; Published Publicly 03/18/2023
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