The Veiled Substance



Remove the cloth from your painted flesh,
Tear your flesh from the bone,
Break free the bone from your beating heart,
And separate the beat from its tone.

That is where I wait for you -
There, in simplest form.
My love will lie in patient wait
For you to make clear of the storm.

I pass to you my cloud-cleared mind
To quell the havoc you wreak;
You’ll use my mental chandelier
To light the truth you seek.

I pervade the darkness of your dreams
With comforting azure light -
The welcome open floating sense
That sees you through the night.

I’ve no intent to haunt your life,
No known intentions to steal
The beauty that intensely glows
From deep within your peel.

The peel that seals your inner core -
Inside I will await.
The core that bears your very soul,
Where beat and tone dare separate.



Don L. Waddell, 1997