TRUTH

Come up from out

That dark abyss
From out the depths
Where life's amiss
And lift your hand
To prowessed height
To grasp
At straying gleams of light.
If you must grovel
In the dark
Your mind will never
See the spark
Of truth and beauty,
Happiness.
For there is none
Within the mist.
As countless stars
There is such truth
Yet to be found.
Yet, so aloof.
For those in whom
Such hopes arise
Great happiness
In knowledge lies,
And from these minds
Fulfill great dreams
If only once
The truth is seen.

 

1997 by Pasqual S. Schievella