Walnut Universe

Everyone has their hidden secrets,
their forlorn ghosts.
Thoughts are like the wind as it carries 
the autumn leaf across a grey-cast sea.
In God you harbor faith.
Where is your place in all the space?
We belong in this world as one of many:
a field of wheat in a horizontal eternity.
But everywhere one turns, another wall to topple
another rug to hide the dust.
Existence is a drink: two parts confusion: three parts lust.
I'll burn away MY pride.
I will not hide, 
not anymore. 
The mysteries, sure, are mine,
but they are also yours. 
We'll share the star stuff in the scruff of time.
I'm going to breath you in,
this to begin.
Blend my conscience with yours.
We'll climb out from the basement of the mind
into clarity and sunlight
as a butterfly undergone its metamorphosis.