Myths of harmony (revised)

All my myths of harmony, and your postures of control
Perhaps I’m seeking constantly these masters of the soul

Some may roll or fall or stride, some may step or creep or slideSome may sit beneath the shade of gorgeous treesWe seem always looking outward - from the blanket of our mythsbut in the end we choose the things we think will please Did you please me for me - or did you please me just for you?Did you think that you would teach me – did you ever try to reach mewhen I tried on all those roles to pull you through?Would you hold my hand just to feel the warmth between?Would you take me there in silence just to deeply share the scene?Can you know a heart and not cage any birds?Could you show your love in action, as well as paint the words? There was a moment – the intensity was molten flowing redYou were right there in my soul – in my heart and in my headI have no idea what that may mean to youOr why, with all this evidence, you do the things you doI’d be guessing if I named them, so I leave it somewhere true Well maybe I should fold my myths of harmonyand cultivate the patience that might bring to meIf you only send me kisses, and reach straight for the sourceSome might think it obvious the map of future courseBut I don’t know, and I can’t know itGuess there’s no more time for you to show itWill I understand and choose the better way?I can learn to modify the things I sayI am a solitary leaf this windy day.