Belief

Is it wrong to believe
in more than work and play
and money in and money out
and read and write and sow?
I have tried to be a logic hound
to live a life of worth but ethereal
and wonderful and darkness seep right through.
There's something more than logic
and arithmatic and finding where to go.
Intangible, incredible, the fragility of youth.
The delicacy of relationship,
its hard to find the truth.
Love and unmarked beauty, beginnings and endings too.
There's spiritual and magical and anger and release.
There's years of sad repression, meticulous decisions
and defeats.
I can't accept the straight and narrow, an answer for everything.
I see a deep and murky water
but not with fear and restraint.
I yearn for you to come with me
and into the below
and drink and share the depth of it,
the good and bad and cold.
Touch the desperate sadness
and see the places we could go.
I won't settle for the obvious,
the good and right and true...
So lonely is my heart of hearts
because it longs not just to join
but to share it all with you.