(23.4.02)


    Twenty-Third of April, 2002  (poem)
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    My soul is in torment, where do I turn?
    Where is the fire for which my heart yerns?
    Inspiration and intuition abound,
    Through love the secret can be found.

    Idealism, intellect and mystery is the path I take,
    To find the influence of Spirit for humanities sake.
    But can I find the confidence I need to create
    My own world of joy - my supreme bliss,
    That tender touch, that loving kiss.
    And to what end?

    There are plans and there are hopes which fill my mind,
    Which go unchecked most of the time.
    Secretive this, versatile that,
    The dawns pale light uncovers the fact
    That I don't fit into any catagory at all.
    Where will I go?

    Practically eccentric, a final resolution
    Begins to uncover a partial solution.
    Research is the key - can it be
    So simple to report what I beleive
    In my heart to be the truth?
    And can I hold on while my heart seeks
    The inspiration of love so sweet..?