Across a snow-capped mountain pass,

beside a lake that shines like glass.

Inside a country far from Home.

Outside a world that no-one's known.

In a shipwreck under water.

Between a father and a daughter.

On a high-horse fighting for control,

or with a lover surrendering your soul.

Where oh where is this all leading?

Do we ever reach the source of our internal bleeding?

Is it over?

Was I dreaming?

Am I waking?

Am I sleeping?

When I told you how much I loved you

and that with you I felt so safe and warm;

just like magic I looked around me

and in a twinkling you were gone -

across a valley,

up a hillside,

inside a building,

down an alley.

Where oh where is this all leading?

Do we ever reach the source of our internal bleeding?

Driving a car the brakes suddenly fail -

spitting out teeth like a bag full of nails.

Falling down stairs without reaching the ground.

Mystery steeped and revelations profound.

But where oh where is this all leading?

Do we ever reach the source of our internal bleeding?

Took a bite -

received a bruise.

Now every new wound's another clue.

But where oh where is this all leading?

Do we ever reach the source of our internal bleeding?

Flying through the air, leaping from towers.

Talking to trees seeing faces in flowers.

Screaming out loud without making a sound.

Mystery steeped, interpretations unsound.

Where oh where is this all leading?

Do we ever reach the source of our internal bleeding?

Is it over?

Was I dreaming?

Am I waking?

Am I sleeping?

Are we just our memories

of joy and pain in synthesis?

Yes, but if the two are woven fine

they make a perfect body for the Soul Divine.

Is it over?

Was I dreaming?

Am I waking?

Am I sleeping?

Is it over?

© Felicity Buirski 1989.