A Recognition of Faith

He untied the blindfold she wore to block out the daylight to dream

As it fell to the floor she read his letter

She folded the paper and smiled
She always knew, but appreciated the gesture

He had rarely shared anything significant about himself, and yet he became a confidant

She has waited a long time for his words to break the silence, but he makes a choice never to speak

And so, it was always his voice absent from the conversation… he has his reasons, she supposes

She wanted his sound to animate her, just as his image has… but fantasies don’t need sound

What had colored her day in, day out world was just a sweet sin

She wondered if the dream would continue, or if truth would wake her and rob her

She was surprised by her ambivalence to his honesty, but now wondered,

Did her muse want her to acknowledge him as he really is?

He was the one that chose to elevate the game

He asked her to come to him

She delighted in knowing that something impossible appeared suddenly possible

He knew she was the one that would give him total freedom, expression… recognition

So, why did he choose now to unveil?

Did he think she would not come if she knew more of him?

Did he want assurance of balance between reality and reverie?

The only real question: Is he ready to yield to a chance to feed his own intensity, and hers?

To taste something so sweet

To experience what it’s like to lose yourself in another

To feel no limits, no border, no politics

There is only one thing required to truly indulge

…Faith