Relative Questions

 
Exalted faith in dreams do cast visions that make me think...

Am I a hated thing?
A soul wandering astray?

I am drawn to the darker things in part
it has always been this way with me

I wonder am I am extension of your hand?
Is there a part of you who longed for one like me?

Dappled dawn enigma
light and dark collecting in the deep end of thought

Are you also this type of being?

Surely I am not a spirit gone awry
an art project rejected and counted as folly

Did you long inside yourself?

Did you dream also with visions of us?

Singing over your creation, begin to draw us from your own breath
stirring the materials at hand
bringing to fruition he and she

Simple minded humans, perhaps
I imagine the garden at midnight
on a cool summer's eve
philosophical discussions between you and she

Did she lack knowledge or point of reference?
did he fail to understand your longings?

You sought companionship
surely to fill a void
to bring into being your visions

Did you always know you were an artist?

You are the depths of space vast and wide

Did you weep to be alone?
Did you seek the others?
In your lonely hours cry out?
Did you know me before you birth my soul into being?

Calling me from the darkness

am I coming along as you expected?

I will not put myself down and hurt the Artist
you are my Father no matter the case

I love you