Dunno When This Happened

What is Truth?

A momentary grasp of the ever elesuive Real
A glimmer of red juicy light in a kaliedoscope of tears
A silence between the lover and her beloved
A hand reahing out, a head away, turned.

The velvety liquid between her legs
The rejection faced third time over
The vault that never opens
The sigh that escapes inspite, despite....

How many times before you break?
How many saves before they miss?

The moon's light shines only as much
What illuminates our direction then?
The music plays only as much
What gives solace then?

Give me color and a brush
I'll paint over your words...