Pages of my Mind

I have pages of you in my mind
consisting no longer of young radical whim
as was written in those other days
could I love you as I once loved him?

Fairy tales were real and dreamers free
sequences ignored and consequences dealt
history repeats itself but twice
then the ink is certain to melt.

I question what we are searching for
and I, bound but living and breathing fine
do you desire my ink images defined
so you'll follow how to read my mind?
You are not blind to my fear of failing
or falling or coming off as weak
neither are you dim to the love I have
to give should it be what you seek.

Should I question if you'd take my hand
and help me back up to my feet
if the ink ran underneath my tears
and the pages blew into the street
across with the wind of lost love
or gusts of love that was never there
where once were breezes of surrender
when thoughts of you filled the air...

Should I question if you're ready
what you seek you just may find
but you may also lose yourself
within these pages of my mind.