I lay there staring at the ceiling
Should have been asleep long ago.
My mind is a jumble of thoughts, of feelings, of cares.
Where did all these emotions come
from?
Why do I feel such a deep bond
I chuckle, then I weep at my own fears and desires.
I'm much too old and mature for this
It only happens in stories
I toss and turn as I ponder the patterns of life.
I try to convince myself I'm a fool
It's all just a dream of a lie
Finally I get up, surrendering to my unrest.
I look at myself in the mirror
Trying to come up with a plan
I need some way to reconcile my head with my heart
My head speaks of danger and doubt
Of unertain paths and mistakes
While my heart talks of trust and of love never foreseen.
After hours of careful reflection
At last recognizing the truth
I realize that now I must take the next step.
I cannot predict the reaction
My fingers stutter as they type
As I give my heart to my Beloved - across the wires.
