Can Love Reside in Art?

I wonder what she sees when peering in my curtained heart,

do clouds of fortune bring intense reflection

as cries of thought invade my mind; can love reside in art?

Her magic charm invoking pages of the Grimoire's chart,

enchanting aura's discreet fascination;

I wonder what she sees when peering in my curtained heart.

Are mystic dreams now trapped in silica then teased apart?

My dreams of wistful longings mere distraction;

as cries of thought invade my mind; can love reside in art?

Becharming mistress scries the hazy thoughts that gods impart,

but can she see my haunting aspiration?

I wonder what she sees when peering in my curtained heart.

Hypnotic sunsets carry musical strains of Mozart;

can sacred visions inspire such devotion;

as cries of thought invade my mind; can love reside in art?

Beneath her cool composure burns a cold, unbeating heart,

the path that leads beyond my last damnation

I wonder what she sees when peering in my curtained heart,

as cries of thought invade my mind; can love reside in art?

(C)2009, Jem Farmer