Spiritual

Killjoy, 
Your presence, 
Disgraces me, 
Your seduction, 
Under your intelligent façade, 
I cry. 
For the spirit, 
In you that feeds on teaching, 
Is my soul, 
Which I long to adore, 
Yet the fear, 
Of the unknown, 
Hinders my action, 
And I fall. 
On my knees, 
I’ll look up to you, 
And ask you why? 
This happiness I long for, 
Is so difficult to grasp, 
Even via, 
A mind, 
Lucid. 
Lost in the whirlwinds, 
Of our unintelligible thoughts, 
I wonder if I will, 
Ever be, 
With you, 
Or with my one, 
That makes me joyous with the pain, 
Yet with the victory of a smile.

Grace' Knife