Upon Reality, I Spring the Truth

Upon reality, I spring the truth Of candid sights of nature She comes stealthily towards me Leaving no tracks in her walk The moon enlightens the soul’s encampment Upon the reality of marksmanship Swiftly and without a sound She leaves a truth to be evident Only to those that love in truth And she escapes the gravity Of the ground’s pleasant features Posing a problem only to those that weep In the darkness, without a lamp To muster her eyes, without a sense To bring enlightenment towards her soul And upon the world she levitates Her brow of disassembled pieces That represent the sound of life Through her steely eyes of tribulations Brought upon the pathway of passion For exemplary entry into art’s watery Grave of notions, leaving nothing but The aura of forgiveness which needs no Power towards her path of love And intrigue, at which love presents Truth in the art of trials and wonderment Conquered by the prepared and silent walker Leaving no trail, but that of handmaidens Of truth and amazement upon the hearts Of gradient heartaches, impeached and beached Through timeless headstrong feelings “Of tender talks obedient to truth, Produced upon the tender heart, Love brings the kindness forth, Never to seep apart” Russell Sivey