Readied Nymph

I know in this bonding spark tethered in the nets of clouds, There is a must to patiently listen to your heart For once I open my mouth, it will be closed again to your dismay… I easily am loved by you, yet you swear I do not understand you That I must fight for you, As—you may never believe—I do… That is where your head is… In a cloud of airy snares, Waiting for me to fall into the words you long have known I would utter To spit me down to the ground so I may taste the soil of how wrong I am You must oppose me at all costs—this I understand! You must teach me to trust you—that I insanely dare! Can you believe I have vowed to one day fail to disappoint you, That one day, in my silence, I will complete you So all will be revealed in these cloudy traps As you wait for the next naïve nymph to try her magic in jaded reality My rays will burst through the immaculate whiteness of your ego And stun every eye…every mouth that has tasted the soil of your disappointments They will feel hope, as your snares part from their lives As you learn to let my warmth teach you - It does not matter who is wrong and who is right It does not mean anything to me that I delight or displease you I easily love you in the temperament of playful nymphs Who listen as an ancient tree to the breath of safe and sound reality Ready on the roots of her feet to end the quaking heartaches of fatality