Almost Something

I caught a glimpse of soul on the wind, with fallen golden leaf it conspired to say, "The parts don't add up to the whole in the end", with all in bold belief I was inspired to pray.

"You seem to have some wisdom which peers beyond the mask, some insight on the system, so might I humbly ask:

Wide as my eyes go, why can't I see? Why can't I love you enough to love me?

Did you build my heart with pieces? Is my will mechanical? Though we gild our parts and faces, aren't we still just animals?

Then why want to be remembered, more than want to simply be? And why trim off all the dead wood, if it's really just a tree?

And why would a sack of meat with whims, so seek the truth laid bare? Why ask the endless questions, if there's nothing more to tell? Is, cast amongst these branches, real love caught up somewhere? Are we free to grow to heaven? Do our roots run down to hell?

Or is it that we're all quite trapped, bound by the great meat manacle, the mortal coil tightly wrapped, the body so tyrannical?

Can you see past my blindness? Why all I worship tortures me but you? How bent, broken, and nameless, love still searches for what's true?"

The Soul rebuffed my dirge with a hallowed gust of wind,

"If you listened like you questioned, you might know before the end,

that I cure the pain you all know, the fear you're just some dust with stamina. I unveil the feigns in your show, distill your tear and trust to smith anima.

You know you're more than skin and bone, for I cast it in your view, that light which shows you're not alone, for I am here with you.

I am the song you all know, the one which no-one wrote, the song you sing in shadow, from heart more than from throat,

I built your heart from peaces, it was never meant to tremble, so still your self, release this, come rest within my temple."