I no longer want to write this for you,
just for me,
just a reason to wonder,
letting my soul wander
trying to piece
together
some remaining integrity
the foolish man on the hill
makes more sense to my life,
not self-pity,
simple reason,
the end of a fantasy,
I’ll give you that,
my reality,
has never quiet
measured up,
to your beauty,
your solemn wish,
such solace you must believe
knowing your own
desire,
is only our passion,
no one else,
no one can step inside
your beauty, though from the outside
looking in,
quite clear,
sweet is an elegance
a man might have know,
yet today,
confusion does remain.
Personal Testimony 