Truth

Scareless path across dead waters
Poisoned and drawn in nameless slaughter
Above sunrise of choking night
Where I used to draw pale mirror of life

A fallen star vanishing apart
Beyond a call of hearts
Drowning still within cold guards

Seeking the one
Neverwithering heart
Winter hope, pale moonlit sight
Beyond a love snowhite
Innocence pure beating still
Upon an awe of youth’s ceased dream

I drew the eyes watching me dear
Across the door of horizon rim
Caressed by dream, deep long belief
I seized a moment through a shroud of fear

Petals of days dwell in the past
Caressing porcelain beauty
Till the fall at last

I saw it all — the birth of awe
Colours of fields, sweet lullabies
Across dream kites
Open theme parks gates beneath the shore
Oceans of white beyond the door

A dying sigh upon last ride
Final journal across eclipse blind life
In the end we all lose our parts
Playing this life in one last chord
Before a moment to go

Rise and fall
All the white shores
Rusting dreams of a four-year-old boy
Faded memories turned loose in dawn

“True beauty hides in eyes smiling to the world, crying in the darkest shadows of the night, looking into a soul seeking for truth…
Truth. They caress nothing but truth playing so fair the last chord written by a poet’s heart. Never sung, never told, but still shared through the world.”