The Circular Reference of Wrong Words

Many Moons have come and gone

Added up

I take inventory in the second person, sometimes third person

     Yet I am divisible by one

I wonder

If the broken arrow Eros left behind

Will Heal 

     Or seal

     Or return to the Earth

     Beneath the footfalls of my Dreaming

Y is always a variable

I yearn for a deeper Depth

Yet I fear

     I can only go so deep

It's a circular reference

An error of sorts 

I used to dream of Her

I used to dream of You

Now

I take inventory in the second person, sometimes third person

I know the fool I am

     Wrong words

     That came out wrong 

     Were interpreted wrong

     Because they were wrong words 

          you see

They couldn't be 

Anything but Wrong

     As such

     They could never be Right

(I stood no chance to marvel in the Light

          Of your uncommon Mind)

Am I wrong

To interpret anything

But Hate

From Her

From You?

          What if Y equals 'let's start over?'

Strong words are Action

Strong words are Creation

Strong words are Intention

Strong words are Everything

          …If they are right

But mine were wrong

…I take inventory plain and simple, there is no second person, nor third

Just me, I am one

One wishes that Y equaled your friendship

If shame did not exist within, there would be no walls between us, no fear.


I remain,

Lesley

Hallelujah Heartist