30 July, 2008

No sense, nonsense

I look at you to clam my nerves.
I look at you when they all turn their backs.
I look at you when I do not
make sense, even to myself.
I look at you for faith and for
a little bit of understanding.
I look at you to guide me and
to mis-guide me.
To be with me and
to let me be.

I look at you at all times of my life. But
especially when there is disquiet
And when I do not make sense, even to myself.