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| Toward The Light |
| Seems forever I have sought to reach the depths of your heart, when I seem to fail to draw you to me. With words of your encouragement the irony falls away in part, I began again to create what will please. I have no magic in my cape, no amusing tricks I can invent, I walk a crumbling ledge to the brink, and kick stones of my faults into the sea of disappointment. There is more to love than I think. You wish to see my soul that I keep buried from my fears. I give you glimpses, but not enough. I cannot bare myself except to your touch and fallen tears of joy. I am a stone in the rough. You take me as a minstrel as I but carve the ready words that come with your distant beauty. I do not see beyond your presence and calm the hot hurt of waiting that's become my duty. I see the wall and climb it, for there is for me no returning. I will wander within your scent. I carry with me interest and deep desire with a burning that floods my flesh with intent. I must have you in the light, across the distance within sight. � 2000 DPMcClellan |
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