Labyrinth of My Soul

Soft and sincere
And filled with love
In his eyes
Rests the woman
I want to be
Tho know I’m not.
Faithful and true
Honest and kind
All the things
I wish I was
But doubt I’ll ever be.
For I know my heart
It’s cold and icy doors.
I know it’s secrets and hidden rooms.
I know the deceit
And the darkness of my soul.
I know the tendencies
And I know the ease
With which I hurt
The ones I claim to love.
I know the lies
And the selfish eyes
I peer through to see my world.
And I feel the need
For that instant high
Of getting whatever I want
Regardless of the cost
To anyone but me.
But when I see his eyes
And the woman there
I wonder somewhere even deeper
Than the ice that crusts my soul
Is it me that he somehow knows?
Could there be soundly sleeping
But yearning for the dawn
The woman he sees
Who loves completely
Who gives unsparingly
And commits absolutely?
I feel her there somewhere hidden
But what will it take to breathe her to life
To finally revive her from the sleep
That has wrapped her in a dark eternity?
Like a fairy tale come true
A most fragile yet potent true love’s kiss?
Arise Sleeping Beauty and greet thy new day?
Laughable at best and yet it seems
That from some as yet unexplored corner
I hear her dream filled whisper “Come”.