Mythical Bull

Lovers of trust; scared of truth.

My drums of impatience,
Strolling free of my youth.

The heated intentions of peace,
hiding beneath my roots.

The leaning of hearts,
our meanings of trust.
I am in awe, imagining to be free.
Somehow..

Many in lust, revenge or distrust each season.

Painful hearts around me, colliding.
Innocence is held secret,
Nobody wants to see it.

In divine wisdom I find my freedom.
Not in demeaning my own treason.
Infinity is the trust fund that I seek.
May it protect me from my finite reason.

In a trail walked before ;
we are expected to be seen.
Trekking in the wilderness,
only the darkness leads.

Trusting, leaning, dropping in.
The fullness of gush going up stream,
is love that is seen, felt, and lived.
Fountain of trust, truth and feeling.

May your infinite essence reveal truth,
may the hearts of many meld with you.
I am seeking to be met along the way,
Seeking my love in exchange of my fool.