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We Must Be a Mystery
We Must be a Mystery
We must be a mystery... our mix of sadness and blinding pure love.
The sight of us captivates those who do not understand this bliss.
Curiosity, contradiction, jealousy and jest... we know it all now.
We shield our love from your sight, and theirs,
Our armor welded from betrayals of undeserving trust.
This bond we share like a fusion of strength and weakness,
Leaves no room for any doubt, for both have been explored.
And we are tightly knit through the pain and the power...
Somehow finding a place in between, a haven of silence.
You are the light, and every light casts a shadow,
So I will be yours as long as you will have me in this place of peace.
I take from you all that you offer, fearing that I give nothing in return.
Yet you take from me the bad, and then give back the good with gratitude.
Of what? I ask. Your presence here with me, you reply.
No matter where I am I feel your very essence reaching for me, tendrils of love and lust and loyalty...
And when I close my eyes, I would swear you were always with me.
Without you beside me I am only half as good, and I will not shield my soul from pain.
Under your gentle teaching hands I have learned slowly, painfully,
How to leave the evil where it lays; in the terror-steeped shadows where I was once drawn…
You place my feet on proven ground, I step lightly and quickly… hastening back to you.
Demanding, compelling me with your eyes, your heart;
To open up to love and accept the place where my feet now stand,
In the middle of peace…
Your arms enfold me like protective, incandescent wings.
We are so intrinsically twisted and entwined that I cannot find the end of your light,
Nor the beginning of my darkness…
And this is joy to me.
My dark elements are ferocious as they wrestle away the onslaught of doubts and ghosts that would touch you...
When we walk together the shadows fear my rage…
Fiercely I will protect you.
I would let no harm come to you. Perhaps this is what I give to you.
Gentle, ethereal, determined; your brilliance chases off shades of despair and torment, pushing back the fury and self-loathing.
You give me something new and frighteningly beautiful; a safe place to lay my head…
Gingerly testing the water where you stand, hands outstretched for me,
I believe in this peace now and I believe I can walk above-ground with you,
No longer clinging to what held me down.
Our love has conquered the darkest evil and the blinding light...
Our bond formed something that is true, that is ours, which belongs to no one else.
Something that can never be taken…
Something blessed and cursed, something pure and vengeful, something of rays of sun and darkly steeped shadows...
So what else is there to touch us?