Walking on a line between two worlds
two faces, two names, two hearts.
Trying to discern the meaning of being
pulled by both at exactly the same time.
Equally drawn with a stunning depth of passion
each one fills a void the other can’t.
One is newly discovered, one very familiar
although its presence has been lacking for some time.
Practical by nature I am drawn into this realm
where successes can be measured by degrees.
Where tangible and evident are requisite characteristics
where solid, steady and real become my name.
But a dreamer still lives within this heart
though worn and weary it still carries a ray of hope.
Through guarded spirit, careful soul and jaded thoughts
it is seeing things differently for the first time.
The dreamer that is coming back to life
is reminiscent of the newborn soul.
It is timid and thoughtful and slightly overwhelmed
at the feelings that are suddenly wide awake.
So where in the world do practical and tangible
sit side by side with a dreamer’s wild heart?
Where do form and function become untethered, unrestrained
and can they ever peacefully coexist?
If I steadily feed the mind
do I deny the starving heart?
If the heart feasts
will the mind just wither away?
I’ve yet to come to a place
where the two shall live as one.
Joining the parts of a whole
in something that transcends.