When I asked you questions
About matters of the heart
You gave me bitter answers
I didn’t really want to hear.
But still I listened to every syllable
Your face bathed in early morning light
With an audience of song birds
Singing proverbial melodies above your head.
And yet we never get it right
Even with countless chances
Our words pour forth
In perpetual circles of futility.
In spite of everything I know the secret
that will unravel all the mysteries.
It lies somewhere between the stars of Orion’s belt
And the petals of the black-eyed susan.
If you don’t find it there
It just doesn’t exist
Except in sordid back rooms
Where we hesitate to enter.
As your angry replies continue
I know your truth is what I need
If only we could find the answers
Before the sun sets and darkness falls.