How I Discovered Truth

You fluttered by
thin and pale
like a lacewing.
I was all at once
daunted and inspired
by your ironic grace.

Years later, now
I am finding myself
desperately clinging
to your delicate aura
that balances somewhere
between reality and myth,
tearing at your thin frame
while you grip the ivory
of my pale spine
barely holding me steady
telling me to be
understanding.
Telling me that everything
is indeed okay.

But sometimes when
I look up from the fall
into those kaleidoscope eyes
I don't believe you
and all I want
is to be erased.