The Dichotomy Within

'Tis undeniably agreed, logic and reason therein,
Mercilessly extinguish, even the hope of paranormal;
As a man devout to reason, I cannot help but acquiesce,
Reluctantly, yes, and herein is borne the dichotomy within.

Agreed many a fools are ignorant, of the harmony,
In duality, which science affirms on numerous occasions;
But similarities end there, for science heartlessly debunks,
Of afterlife, anything beyond death, an essence of eternity.

The calculative mind is at peace with this nothingness,
Unperturbed at the sight of countless passing into the void;
But the heart, ruled by emotions, broken by untimely loss,
Clings on to hope, faith, for love, companionship, forgiveness.

My heart, no different, broken by loss, racked with guilt,
At leaving her side, when she needed it most, thus failing,
In saving her from her dismal fate, weeps, woebegone,
And clings to hope, against reason having a shield built.

This dissonance within is revealed, at times of bliss,
Wherein the mind would trace the logical roots, and revel;
Whereas the heart would command thoughts above, a few tears,
Of gratitude to her, as it believes she looks after me, send a kiss.

Frown not yet, for its bearing is similar at times of gloom,
Wherein though the mind would resume its diligent trace,
The heart would fix its gaze again heavenwards, call out,
And ask for memories of times more genial, a respite from doom.

Unchanged is this conduct, particularly at times of penance,
When on slighting a friend, the mind wouldn't bother a trace;
But the heart, where the mistake lies indelible, would behoove,
Forgiveness from the friend below and above, wallowing in repentance.

And so it goes, in moments of pride, accomplishment, defeat,
In company, in loneliness, along with the little things bound,
All of it cues some memory, some emotion, a definite longing,
But primarily, a belief, that she's out there, and one day we'll meet.

Unshaken by the admonishments the mind continually serves,
The heart derives strength from the hope, faith and memories within;
And so I watch, a powerless spectator to this duel between the two,
While secretly hoping for a day when reason traces back to the heart.

For this reconciliation of the duality, the dichotomy that rages,
Will free me from the hypocrisy of promulgating reason, logic, science,
And denunciation of mysticism, while at the same time, deep down,
In a place far removed from prying eyes, believing in her essence lasting ages.