Fairyport - Wigwam

Feeling the sag of mind, feeling

The conscious ignorance, knowing

What.

How.

Tell me how

What is there to do.

Even so

Hands won’t hold if I

Trust them with my weight.

So

Then again, my feet are not close enough to my heart.

I am

Sorrowful man

But it’s not often I’m able to cry

Should I forget about that Mountain of Rejoycing or be

Glad that there are eyelids to be watched, from time to time

Don’t know.

Truly, I don’t understand

Can’t feel sure that God will even hear a cry

Could our partings be running too deep

Even for the merging dreams

Feel like it’s all too much to bear

Where’s the chance for smiles to happen;

Unable.

Don’t even know

What to hope and pray for

The final tangled junction of all dead ends.

Of pain;

Truth revealed

Mine.

Finders seekers.

Strength

Should I consider somebody

Who’s just not to be right for the feelings

I Don’t know.

Truly, I don’t understand

Can’t feel sure that God will even hear a cry

Who will bring comfort.

Who will stay

Near;

who will bear my touch

No friend, no love;

nowbody

To understand: All in-vain thoughts

Trying their best to satisfy

The mind.

But the vanity

You take only when you’re very weak… Very:

Finished as they are

Feel I’m not weak;

yet

Not yet.

Or then, my weakness

May just pass unnoticed through my weakness

Don’t know.

Truly I don’t understand

Can’t feel sure that God will even hear the cries