No Reason, Only Feeling

Does a poem need to be a sweet cocktail of symbol and illusion?

Should the poet expose his pain and fend off a desire of confusion?

The greatest art is simply known; It must contain genuine humanity

Whether life be communicated as logical, depraved, or with insanity

 

Could I cry in front of you?

Should I lie in answer to

Questions asked again by you?

If I don't know, it's not untrue

 

There was nowhere to run once paralyzed by the first, sweet taste

Of soft tension that had brewed in a steel cauldron with hidden haste

Smoky perfumes of emotion make themselves visible by the fireplace

Coals give birth to righteous sparks that dance along my hidden face

 

Could I try to summon you?

Would I die in answer to

Questions asked again by you?

If I don't know, it's not untrue

 

Before you know, dawn enters from behind starry curtains of night

Smiling with a golden eye and laughing in rainbow strings of light

What must be done has finally been revealed, the new trails emerge

A dream as a nightmare is over and the swells of pain do submerge