Is there ever a meaning
As plain as day?
As clear as the crystal
that shimmers from 'round the lady’s neck?
As solid as the fact
that each day the sun will rise and set
without the tire
that befalls us mortal men?
Is there ever a truth
Spoken honestly?
A truth, not smothered
By the countless lies of centuries?
Spake from the mouth
of he who has not yet answered untruthfully?
Is there ever a statement
stated bold as the dawn?
She who knows that despite
Her uncertain beginning; she will soon blossom
Into the day and its glorious becomings.
Is there ever a thing
All consider Eternal?
Should it be the air, or the sky,
Or the heavens aglow?
Is there ever a thing
Which of all mortals know,
and to those in the heavens,
Does it itself show?
YOU ARE READING
Parts of Me
PuisiWhenever you read one of my poems You hold a part of me, And it hides in my brain or beating heart Now I give it to thee. You may hold this precious Part For a while, at least. So treat it well, respect my thoughts, And there shall be a peace. For i...
