Turpentine has been spent
And spilled across the page,
Blurring all the lines together,
Blending all the colors thrice,
So that the picture has lost
Its meaning, broken off
From what it began as.
And now you ask me
What it is I mean?
Where are these things
That I believe in? Longing
To see, and hear, and feel them,
Wanting proof to wear as a badge,
A coat of many colors to show
The world what you know--
But this is not faith.
Never have I stripped the meaning,
Or sought to make the dream
Whittled down to bare--the essentials
Are not enough to make this known.
You have to feel the shadows stir
Inside, bleached in a moment of their dark,
And pale through from side to side,
To exist outside of what is safe to know--
Here, close your eyes and feel my heart,
Take the bridge across the water,
And then further will you go,
Beyond the simple knowing of who I am,
Into the lilac realm of understanding,
A mended meaning, touched softly by
Faith.
And spilled across the page,
Blurring all the lines together,
Blending all the colors thrice,
So that the picture has lost
Its meaning, broken off
From what it began as.
And now you ask me
What it is I mean?
Where are these things
That I believe in? Longing
To see, and hear, and feel them,
Wanting proof to wear as a badge,
A coat of many colors to show
The world what you know--
But this is not faith.
Never have I stripped the meaning,
Or sought to make the dream
Whittled down to bare--the essentials
Are not enough to make this known.
You have to feel the shadows stir
Inside, bleached in a moment of their dark,
And pale through from side to side,
To exist outside of what is safe to know--
Here, close your eyes and feel my heart,
Take the bridge across the water,
And then further will you go,
Beyond the simple knowing of who I am,
Into the lilac realm of understanding,
A mended meaning, touched softly by
Faith.


