Revelation

I’m leaving this book open; today my heart no longer
Conceals affairs or feelings I’m too afraid to share...
Just mind each page and live with each word you read, like
water
Through crystal stones lives freely and calmly shares its
tale...
 
My story thus, you know it; such simple, sadden glory
And unforgiving manners, as if were of cold...
Now everything no longer makes up a hidden story
But shows its sinful artist along with all his work...
 
My work: the love I’ve cherished and bragged about with
passion,
Such passion even moonlight looked pale at nights so clear,
Sprung out from dreams of beauty, yours truly perfect woman
My nights kept painting burning with worship in my sleep.
 
And then the hate I’m feeling, like falls of knives and fire
So beautifully merging in verses like a song...
And all the pain I’ve suffered and lies I’ve told to others
Or I’ve been told sit under my calm and honest word.
 
I’ve let you know me deeper than my own mom and brother,
And lover, and whoever my road at times had crossed...
Now quietly read further and learn that there’s no honour
In lying about feelings you have, but think are wrong.
 
My book is therefore open; my heart is too; I’m leaving
My thoughts to your approval, and all my secrets too...
I’m off to save the woman I spent my whole life dreaming
I would someday be making the heroine of my book.