Your Thoughts
In the days and nights which followed, I gave it less and less thought
For though it seemed a noble muse, it seemed also to be for naught
The brilliance of the that moment faded, by each passing hour
And what was then a master stroke, became a thing of lesser power
Fervent is the passionate rush, when but one side is seen
Yet considered with the others, more is found of what it means
Pure it was when it alone, beckoned my heart to follow
Then as others crept in to question, it seemed so hard to swallow
Still my heart, wait quietly my soul, let each question stand its ground
For in the depths of our fertile minds, lies and truths are found
So for the time left to us, we’ll wonder as we wander
If where we’re headed leads us to, the thoughts that we did ponder