Mystery
I can live with
I live within it too
You can have me and
I can have you but
many are the parts of us
that cannot be reached
Touched upon only in
fantasy
Crumbling like pillars
slowly as the years build
stories told and held
do not hold up well in
reality
We try to escape,
the both of us,
the glaring truths of us
I think I think more about it
than you do
I think you
prioritize,
instinctively
not a worry on your
wide…open…mind
I know from how
easily you fall to sleep
cow-licked head on the
pillow then you’re out
I think you must care
little of me
could watch me
come and go
Me,
I walk backwards
when I walk away
from you
You
You do not speak
You withhold and smile,
patient
…as if you’ll never die
and there is the difference
in you and I
You care not of the
dream
Care not of
reality
Only fantasy
trouble-maker
Lazy, sleeping
guard of my heart
Unaware your power?
What would it take
to get you to put
up a fight?
You prioritize
your trees
your meat
your greenery
Would would it take
to prioritize me?

You can keep
your shadows
if that’s what
concerns you

Ganesha
of my
heart

Keeper
of my
dreams