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
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2017
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