Metamorphosis

A Poem by PANTHER

Intimacy, like a chameleon, changes with the mood
and swings like a pendulum in time.
Hearts beating together, in the truth of the love
they know, are steadfast making rhyme.
If what is said be true, look to the future be real,
no apparition to vanish in the reality.
And when fruition achieved, is reason to see
in light, the dark untruth of doubtful morality.
It is here, in the smoke drifting heavy though
mountain's dell, the phantasm of that sort.
Can now be taken, believe in yourself,
in the emotional well of human thought.
Transparent physical wrappings, are most
easily those we shed, to open the floods of feeling.
Psychologically holding on to a memory affords
one a tryst, and oft sets love reeling.
Conjured in the knowledge that one accepts as truth,
now set before eyes that truth as lies.
Is here now formed new vision basis data drawn,
so passes dream and fantasies that die.
If my heart and mind have risen,
to fast to high to fly, descend now slowly glide.
Subside from ore the mountain's peak,
come out from in the clouds seek, do not hide.

By panther811