If sorrow cloaks the surface of your soul
And chills the warmth that turns your wishes cold,
Unchain the hidden anguish in your hold,
Releasing tethered truths that must be told.
Your clever wisdom, once conceived as real,
So blinded you to feelings kept concealed.
Inducement starts when you at last repeal
The law you self imposed, a false ideal.
Beginning chapter one you sense a start.
Ahead we veer, adjust and reembark.
In time the doubts will pass, from our concern,
Devotion grows in knowledge two must learn.
A flaming passion, uncontrolled, will die.
Insightful ones will dodge the seering light.
The quantity is not where truth abides,
The quality is where forever lies.
Gene Bourne
08-15-14
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Categories:
reembark, allusion, analogy, assonance, care,
Form: Iambic Pentameter