TRUTH OR MADNESS

He saw her in the orchard

Bare feet dancing on the ground

With the petals of the blossoms

Swirling all around

Thought… is she real or spirit

Sun weaving through the trees

He stood there like a statue

For the whole breathtaking scene

And his heart had to wonder 

Of the orchard beauty’s life

She smiled and started running

Mischief playing in her eyes

She held her hand out to him

Whispered come and run with me

He joined a flight of pure delight

Through the blooming orchard trees

~~~*Chorus*~~~

Is it truth or madness

How fine is the line

Oh it feels so real

So real to feel

What’s playing in the mind

Is it truth or madness

Factual or pretend

Is she real or spirit

Does it matter in the end

~~*~~

He ran with the spirit

Of the girl beneath the trees

Hand in hand they flew through

The petals on the breeze

Captured by her wildness

The touch of her raven hair

With a childlike demeanor

Laughter skipping through the air

All at once she halted,

Pulled him back, their bodies met

She kissed him with a passion

That remains unequaled yet

And there she left him standing

With the orchard all aglow

Wondering was she real or spirit

Did he really want to know

~~~*Chorus*~~~

Is it truth or madness

How fine is the line

Oh it feels so real

So real to feel

What’s playing in the mind

Is it truth or madness

Factual or pretend

Is she real or spirit

Does it matter in the end

~~*~~

Addiction is compulsive

And the weak will be drawn in

He returned to the orchard

Just to be with her again

Felt the wild rush of his blood

When he saw her dancing there

The sweet petals of the blossoms

Intertwined with raven hair

Every day, with the trees in bloom

Their passion it played on

And when the petals disappeared

His spirit love was gone

~~~*Finale*~~~

Is it truth or madness

How fine is the line

Oh it feels so real

So real to feel

What’s playing in the mind

Is it truth or madness

Factual or pretend

Is she real or spirit

Does it matter in the end

~~*~~

Was it truth or madness

Does it matter in the end

When the blossoms bloom in June

He'll dance with her again

~~*~~

Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspnr@aol.com
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