Reason Trumps A Magic Dream
The Logic of a girl once led astray
Forced her to say good-bye without a kiss
Do lies prevail and far from Truth outweigh?
With aching heart on magic dreams she drifts.
She wrestles with her dreams each fretful night
To walk the road beside a wicked sea
Then whips her wayward heart until contrite
Is this the way that life was meant to be?
She begs for Truth from high above to shine
And peers into the night where clues await
A banquet spread beyond the hands of time
Where Love finds nourishment devouring Fate.
So how can Reason trump a magic dream?
When Time no longer tip-toes gracefully
As rivers leap their banks from floods upstream
She changes course and sleeps more peacefully.
The gift of healing hearts a touch supplies
When Mercy fuels the warmth within her breast
Just like the ardent flow when baby cries
Blends Esperance with Dreams; a soft caress.
Each rock she turns gives her a chance to say,
"For if I live or die...my choice is made!"
Explaining options plucked along the way
How Faith affirms the sacrifice portrayed.
The Logic of a girl she long forsakes
To find the secret person of the heart
She draws from wells of her own past mistakes
Embracing wealth that Wisdom will impart.