Baskadia

In and out, I push and pull 

Where I am going, I do not know 

I am the bridge

I am the intention 

I am the unseen hand 

I exist between worlds, in the gaps between the words 

I have no vision, I have no goals 

All that I am, I give to you 

I am the giver of life 

In my presence, all has form 

What do you want my perfect beauty 

That your image may tell you that which you already know? 

If it pleases the King, I must do as she says 

Mirror, dwell in me and bring forth your truth 

That my joy may be complete