Blazing Questions

I used to track the will of a knowing sign But now trail the sign of all that’s lost Each breeding a haunting voice and a tempting spark But must remain the colourful underside of a dream Of a state roasted in blazing questions, that I, alone, must answer I used to craft a ring around each dizzying song That guides the strings along and charms each voice, to the inductive sway of an accompanying dance that no one in mind can hold to trust I lent my sight to one with the same dream… my kindness now resides in me I leant on a giant as he lifted some… To kiss the same sun I now so reluctantly see But true questions require will Can blazing musings quench a raging fire of despair? Would dizzying songs restore the molten state of care? For one who’s lived, my night ends when signs cease to show Yours depend on endings and tangled souls For rising questions, faithful and alone inside… a sign is the current before we dream of lasting love