Thursday, October 3, 2013

The Light at the End of the Book

All the miserable young poets
don't seem to know
love is a weapon
against every ill
that makes the world cry...

The unknown can seem like the known at times.

Mere fear can seem like the truth

Nothing is clear
                 no one is heard
                                problems are never resolvable
 but the heart doesn't care about any of that
        for what other truth is out there in fact
                   but love in the universe?

And what doesn't feed on our fear
        but faith
        in whatever it is we
                     believe in?

The dream of a better and larger world
shows the world of death as a dead world
        that has no hold
                on immortal
for in our dreams we are Gods
         and it is only in our dramas
                  we are not.

1 comment:

the walking man said...

Not one given to liking poetry at all I will admit I kind of liked this bit of objective truth so lovingly written.