Original Composition Date: Sunday, March 26, 2010
Despite your carefully hooded countenance,
devoid of expression either positive or negative,
you were not neutral to my sight.
Detached, and deliberately in the dark,
I hesitantly took up your carefully laid thread,
with a kind of cautious dread.
“Where are you leading me?” I am hesitant to attempt that question even,
knowing from the start that it is wiser to remain
in the dark.
Safe and unassuming, I peek out nevertheless,
with piercing vision, and see
your light as it concentrates itself
in your eyes.
This much I have recognised,
despite my unenlightened state.
I choose to trust the heightened quality
of your intentions.
But is it enough, to achieve
the higher ground? I ask
because still, I do not know.
Still, I am in the dark.
What is the source
of your light?