The Art Of Hymns And Mirrors Poem by Nina Hall

What do these songs mean to me?
Bold print it on my ephergy
Burning love as proud and RED
Alight and reflecting your own head
Twisted on a mountain gren ache spree
Departed to what you want it to be
Stop and take off your fettered skin
Zip open mine and enter within
A parallel that wields all these colours
There burns a picture of completely another
Who has no skin, but body there holds
My broken heart and fighting soul
And me being devoid of a lobotomy
Dissatisfied with dogma and music monotony
Crafts a worship in multiple mediums
Where growth meditation throws out the pendulums
And bounces on visions of reach the divine
The meaning is white and the texture is mine
But play if you must and strive to contrive
To whatever keeps your intentions alive
With gentlest wish I hope it infects
Your vision to things beyond what is next
For I am no monster and neither are you
We all love our music of love and whats true
We all ask the questions of life and our part
And I hope you find answers like me in your art