Essence

Meet me where the stars have fallen
From their lofty towers in the night,
So that I may see you as nature's child
Free from the city's artificial light.

I'd like to find the soul within
The exterior shell you wear
So as not to bear any telling sign
That you think or care.
I'd like to strip you clean and bare
Of filtered image and at
A naked spirit stare.

No safety or support for either of us two,
The end of all we thought we knew,
Liberating and invigorating the birth
Of a mind untampered and true.

So join me in a wicked wilderness
Where instinct is the law and
You and I are free to fly, free to die,
Free to run about the world in the
Insanity of having no reason why.

Yet if you peel but a thin layer from
Your body's snaking silhouette,
And reveal to me so readily
An essence not so different
From the shell my eyes met,
Then I shall leave you stranded on
Your own in this wilderness now of pain,
For my trust in you, and hope for
Something new, would've been in worthless vain.