O dear heart why are you so unfathomable? Surround yourself in perplexing mysteries? Having all those desires is so ineradicable. Why do you dream of those intangible epiphanies? Leaving me crying with an abundance of tears unpalatable. Yet there are those desires day and night like effigies. Losing myself to these I wonder if I am even capable? Those desires, those effigies leading me to my miseries. Then there is this sound, unheard yet imaginable. Resounding this heart into some complex symphonies Listening to it I am, leaving all my senses unnavigable Appears it to me, some well-crafted stories What’s the story is, still a mystery unattainable Yet it appears to be there for centuries. The heart resounded to it not knowing any variables Is it just for a season or is it lasting for many journeys? There are these desires now, that appear achievable These effigies and these mysteries seem canvased fantasies